Showing posts with label land. Show all posts
Showing posts with label land. Show all posts

Tuesday, 2 April 2019

Expectations

.
The title says it all I think.




.
Expectations    -    25 Mar 19

Through an unexpected land
I walk
Looking at the hints
Of things which may happen
My expectations are often raised
To improbable heights
I always expect the best
Of everything




.
The heights may be improbable but never impossible.

.

Sunday, 13 January 2019

Rubicon

.
Inspired by the crossing of the river and by a Tangerine Dream musical offering.



.
Rubicon     -     08 Jan 19

Feet wet shallow water
Exploring the land
On the other side
Wondering what can be found
On the banks of the Rubicon




.
Always exploring.

.

Tuesday, 27 March 2018

Rain


An observation and a plea.





Rain  -  23 Mar 18


Spring rain
Is still rain
On an already
Saturated land
Enough
Let us have
Some sun
For a pleasant change






I do not want any more rain for a while.


Monday, 15 May 2017

Gateway


This was inspired by memories of a labyrinth workshop I attended many years ago.





Gateway  -  25 Apr 17

To another world
My hand is taken
Held gently
I am led
Through the gateway
Shown the land
Beyond
Invited to continue







I walked to the centre of the labyrinth and felt that I was being invited to continue on further.


Tuesday, 13 December 2016

Rain Dances


Yet more weather observaions.





Rain Dances  -  21 Nov 16

In the sky
On the land
Silver feet
Dance to the rhythm
Of the drums
Of rain on the roof
Hypnotic beat
Invites other feet
To join





Have you heard the drums?


Saturday, 24 September 2011

Creating Now


A friend showed me a quote from "A History of Cornwall" by F E Halliday [c 1959], it read;
"...as we travel to Land's End we also travel back in time, towards our beginning."
This triggered something and almost immediately this poem was born.





Creating Now - 24 Sep 11

Standing
At the dawn of time
Where land and sea
Meet and kiss
In the place where
All our yesterdays
Are born
And
All our tomorrows
Are yet to be

Feeling the Ocean
Beckoning, inviting
Holding out
Her moist hands
To me…
Come my Love
Let us create
Our now




Muse gives no notice as to her nudges and she can offer some surprising things.




Enhanced by Zemanta