Living Is Poetry

The Journey~ I was dreaming, I jolted awake, Knowing at last which path to take, One route familiar, comfortable and safe, The other, adventure, all at stake! I tremble as I face my path, The mountain is steep, the rocks are hard. I take one step forward, edging along, Choosing this life means I have to be strong. Another small step then I break out in sweat, I turn to look back, yet I feel no regret. This setting is tranquil, No cloud in the sky, and yet in the distance a bird starts to cry, Then it circles around me, it beckons me on... I return to my journey, I stumble along, Approaching a huge rock, I pull myself up, Cling on with both hands and try not to stop. I dare not look down or My body will freeze, I take some small comfort, from the heavenly breeze. My climb, it continues, I try not to falter, The sun it beats down, I have nothing to cool me, I force myself onwards... I arrive at the summit. I lie down exhausted, I close both my e...

Beauty~ Beauty rises from the water, walking barefoot in the sand, Wandering slowly to the hills, Reaching us across the land. Beauty smiles at our adventures Watching happily when we smile, For she knows we all are special, What we have is truly rare, We can conquer any distance, Work together then we can, build a world on sure foundation. Beauty pouring from the sky, showering us in every colour, Bathed us in sunlight, warm and beaming... Filling us with liquid light, tiny raindrops sprinkle downwards, so our bodies gently tingle... Beauty fuels the growing pleasure, radiating from this moment. Beauty knows the time has come, We may go our separate ways, Yet nothing formed will fall apart. What is meant will stay together. All we have is touched by Beauty, Held protected in her heart, Like a very precious jewel, Love will truly last forever.

There Is A Place~ There is a place that we can go, Look down at the rocks and the sea, A place so free... The wind and the rain know our place well, The sun, the moon and the stars all tell of its beauty. Unchanging nature, There for all time. We can sit and we can share, and our words will echo there, Whispering our secrets, carried by the breeze, overheard only by the trees. We tell our story... Yes we can talk about the past but if it's cold then we won't linger. Find a warm and cosy cafe, spend some time there sipping dreams, Happiness flows in tiny streams. As it builds our river widens, forces stronger, faster-flowing, to the sea our river is going. Join  the salty frothing waves, watch them rolling onto land, Stand there watching, hand in hand, marvelling at Nature's way, Try to find the words to say how it feels when dreams collide, mingling in the silvery sky, find their own place, high in the air bigger, stronger, floating ther...

The Sea~ Note the fathoms of the sea lapping calmly on the shore, Waves of blue, so strong and bold, flowers like bells move in the breeze... Egg shells scatter magic powder lifted headlong to the trees. Look at you so innocent, faltering footsteps softly made. Regal gaze sets you apart, Hope that nourishes the heart. Neon light, exotic, rare, Shimmer, flit across the water, Vessels sailing from the shore, Hope brings possibilities for me, knowing this can set us free.

Midnight~ Deep uplifting Midnight sky, covers me with endless magic. Life is full of vivid colour, bold, electric, sparkling, fizzing energy renews my soul. Charged with endless possibility- Silky, velvet, rich and soft, drape across my naked shoulders... Look at you so pure and dazzling, turning to smile at me directly. I do not know you but I know I like you.

Autumn~ Goodnight Summer, please sleep well, while thoughts inside my mind they swell... Teeming together, forming a kernel, growing a fruit from a flower blossom, Displaying petals so unique, that the bloom of Summer might last forever.

Poetry~ My words, Captured like photographs, Evidence that I existed- Now I'm tipping out the box, Overflowing, precious treasure spilling from inside my mind, Stooping to grasp them, Revisit them briefly with my fingers. Each memory it has its place ensuring my thoughts leave a trace. Place them back where they belong, store them somewhere safe and strong. Wrap each very precious thing in tiny strips of coloured velvet.... When I've finished, find a ladder, climb up deep inside my mind, Ensure nothing is left behind. Know that on a rainy day, when I 've little left to say, maybe trapped inside my home, tiptoe, quiet as a mouse, find my box of memories, gently blow away the cobwebs... Unfold each cloth and look inside, opening my mind incredibly wide to release each precious memory, hold it up, then set if free! Thinking back on all I did. Now I smile and close the lid. Every now and then a thought, once escaped, runs through my mind, h...