Prompted by a friend to write a poem on clouds, I reflected on what they mean to me. It’s fascinating how thinking about something like this can evoke memories from the past.
I recall when I was at school we had acres of lush green grass, tiered with slopes that we could roly poly down. The clouds made me think of when I would lay flat on my back on the grass gazing up at the blue sky and fluffy white clouds on a beautiful summer’s day.
I also remember how I enjoyed flying above the clouds for the first time when I was a teenager, looking down on them and seeing fairytale mountains.
The following are the words that have spontaneously come to me.
Stretched out on the emerald pillow
The light sapphire canvas blotched with stately mounds
Wishing I was up amongst the clouds
Gliding serenely o’er the world
Zooming beyond the realms of living land
The magical marshmallow mountains
Bestow a safe haven in my mind
Clouds are forever there, bumbling along
Swept by the whipping winds of fury
Today their blackened stains threaten
As the wands of wetness streak down
A passing theme in our lives
A cloudless sky perfection seems
Yet without clouds, life would pass us by
Welsh Home in the Morning
Birds are all a twitter
The tractors out to play
A distant sound of rumbling
Along the winding way
Water it is trickling
With golden weaves of fish
A lonely quack of duckling
To break the peaceful wish
Clouds so softly spreading
The trees stand proud each day
A single bark of wanting
To dance amidst the hay
People they are rising
With gentleness and calm
A far off plane is passing
What seems to be a farm
Rain it is so threat’ning
The air is damp and chill
A golden thread is drifting
To warm the writer’s quill
Earth is giving goodness
With leaves and buds and seeds
A show of labour’s loving
To meet the grower’s needs
Home is where the heart is
The gift of life to share
A blend of couple’s dreaming
And all that makes a pair
Wales it is so precious
With love for all to give
A place where nature’s living
Makes life so positive
Stars that twinkle in the night
Stars that seem to glow so bright
Through the depths my soul does feel
A gentle pull that makes me reel
Stars that wander in the day
Stars that gather come what may
Through the magic that awaits
A welcome calm is what it takes
Stars that follow moonlit ways
Stars that send their softest gaze
Through the heaven’ly spirit guide
An angel takes me for a ride
Stars that fondest thoughts evoke
Stars that drift afore I’ve woke
Through the glistening wands of light
A touch of wonder fills the night
This poem was written some while ago and was inspired by a documentary about light and how important it is to our lives.
Where does light come from
it comes all around
We take it for granted
till it can’t be found
What if it left us
and never came back
Our lives would be ruined
with such a big lack
What is its value
and do we all know
that light is our leader
controls where we go
Our clock it is ticking
we live day to day
and light is the reason
we find the right way
Yet do we take notice
of what our soul feels
and do we respect it
the natural wheels
I gaze with such wonder
at all that light is
A miracle surely
without it we’ll zizzzz…. or not!
I have found my poems!!! Such a relief as they are very personal to me, so will be sharing some of them over the coming weeks.
I love to sit and feel the warming sun
and read the words that scatter on the page
as breeze and shifty bees do test my strength
to wallow in the pillows of the spring.
I yearn to be with nature all the time
and let my mind evolve across the field
as footsteps lay before the way is set
to take me through the crazy wooded mire.
I love to sit and feel the warming sun
and hear the tweeting call from far above
as distance floats between the knitted yarn
to free me from the traps that I have won.
When I was sorting through papers the other day I came across a copy of one of my lost poems – one of my favourites. So here it is … The poems I have written to date are spontaneous as they come. This one reflects the beneficial effect that walking by the sea can make to me.
The Sea’s Gift
Swirling, swelling, choffing about
ever there, forever no doubt
Wondrous feeling, breezing hair
Visual landscape, no compare.
Softly, seeping, lapping away
ever there, forever a day
Gentle ebbing, loving cure
Sensual feelscape, yet so pure.
Twilight, twinkling, milling anew
ever there, forever for you
Heaven crying, flowing deep
Mystical dreamscape, I will keep.
Sunshine warming, glist’ning delight
ever there, forever my might
Soulful cleansing, giving hope
Miracle seascape, I can cope.
I wrote the following poem when I was attending a creative writing course and tasked with eating an orange and then writing about it. I chose to approach the exercise mindfully, which meant that I fully focused on every move. I had ensured that I had peace and would not be disturbed. I feel that mindfulness resulted in far more descriptive vocabulary than I would otherwise have used.
The Orange Globe
Round and dimpled with a fiery hue. Balancing on the shiny plate, aware of the carefully-placed threatening steely blade.
Light glistening through the window enlarges the pores, breathing life once more. Almost perfect, it’s marks prove individuality.
Rough, bitter sharp rind tingles. Soft grating renders the globe slippery, with a creamy and oily texture.
Thumbs pummel, pressing determinedly to squish open, testing strength. The pithy coat yields yet resists.
Stabbed through the heart, crackling fibres torn. Rough saw sound dissects, two halves fall apart.
Juicy pearls cradled within are savoured, sucked and dripping. Shreds of that which remain discarded.
Fleshy nodules erupt in the mouth, flooding with tantalising golden nectar and a bittersweet lick.
Sticky and blessed, all that remains is a sunny mess.