I treated myself today: I visited the National Gallery at Trafalgar Square in London and spent several blissful hours wandering, lost in contemplation of the exceptional collection of paintings on show there.Read more
Day 25 of 30 Days of Poetry
People ask me, "What do you do?"
And I recite some mundane lines
About the thing that pays my bills
But what I do is not who I am
I am a builder of bridges
I span the yawning gaps
Between words and actions
I connect desires to their objects
I reach out with my heart
And meet yours
Above the river
Of our souls
Day 24 of 30 Days of Poetry
I sit on high,
People drift like snow
Against the stage,
Covering the silence
With the murmur
Of myriad voices.
Noise swells like the ocean,
Cries like a million gulls
Greet the performers.
Beneath our wings
And we soar!
High as hope, high on love.
I blink away the tears,
Pulled to my feet
By the lure of the music.
Spellbound I sway,
Thought replaced by feeling.
We hold hands, we embrace,
We share the love,
We share the hope.
The music plays us
And we are filled
By its beauty.
Day 20 of 30 Days of Poetry
returned home without my heart:
sorry 'bout that
Day 17 of 30 Days of Poetry
"Just let it go," is what they said,
"Don't store it up inside your head."
But even though the memories hurt,
To bury them beneath the dirt
Would be to lose a vital part
And risk you fading from my heart.
So I would rather face the pain
Of never seeing you again
If that's the price I have to pay
For thinking of you every day.
I only hope that I can be
The kind of mum you were to me.
Day 16 of 30 Days of Poetry
Here we are, on the homeward leg. Past the halfway point now and heading to the finish line. I’m enjoying this writing prompt I came up with very much. Who knows what December might bring: keep an eye out!
She sits alone and thinks of days
Old voices echo in her ears
While feelings light upon her face
Then fall among the dust of years
She sits alone and thinks of one
An empty space within her heart
Reminds her of a time far gone
A promise that was torn apart
She sits alone and thinks of now
Of all that she's seen come to pass
Of when she used to dream of how
Her beau would come back to his lass
She sits alone and thinks of him
The news that broke confirmed her fears
That fate would snatch him on a whim
Her smile is brittle through her tears
Day 12 of 30 Days of Poetry
Across the miles I think of days
We spent beneath the summer sun
When laughter echoed in our ears
And all the world belonged to us.
I close my eyes and feel again
The touch like silk upon my cheek
Of lips that spoke without a voice
True words of love to fill my heart.