Day 7: Neighbourhood, Ballad, Assonance

Connecting to the Sun

Each day I met
Upon my waking
Wall to wall and floor to ceiling grey
It was not of my making.

Let me find the sun within
The sun within my heart
Let me touch the sun within
My deep self counterpart.

Winter moved to winter
And then returned again!
What’s happened to our climate?
This grey has numbed my brain!

Let me reach the sun within
The sun within my heart
Let me touch the sun within
My deep self counterpart.

It rarely changed I had to move
To warmer drier climes
And letting go was no mean feat
I’m still a product of our times.

Let me be the sun within
The sun within my heart
Let me join you sun within
My deep self counterpart.

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Day 6: Faces, Found Poetry, Chiasmus

From the Face of Books

Face-To-Face with Time

When Everything Changes Change Everything

So I Did*

And

I Am

Waking Up in Time

With

Heart of Yew

And

Dare to Care

Of

Messages of Life from Death

And will

Be Still & Know I Am God

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*So I did! By Daniel B Robinson

Happy Place – Within and Without

Happy Place Without for me is always in nature but especially by the sea.
These days I seem to be in a
Happy Place Within more of the time almost anywhere.
The peaks and troughs of life which once resembled the Andes
now barely undulate, have resulted in a deeper sense of contentment.
Some days have their moments though,
but I know that if I head to the nearest shore
I’ll feel so much better the moment the decision has been made to go
and better still as I get closer and closer to the sea.

Weekend: Poetry Pot Luck

Task: So: this weekend, share with us a poem that you love (by someone who isn’t you, please). You can quote a particularly striking line (or two) in a new message in the Commons, or drop a link to the whole piece. Most importantly: tell us, in a sentence or two, what about it moves you.

This poem has followed me since my schooldays. I love sheep, chickens and cows. They ooze calmness and serenity and most of the time sheer contentment. Being ‘present’, ‘in the moment’ with these animals, which is how they live, rubs off on me almost instantly.

And yes, I am well practiced in communicating with them moooo!

Enjoy …

Cows, by James Reeves

Half the time they munched the grass, and all the time they lay
Down in the water-meadows, the lazy month of May,
A-chewing,
A-mooing,
To pass the hours away.

“Nice weather,” said the brown cow.
“Ah,” said the white.
“Grass is very tasty.”
“Grass is all right.”

Half the time they munched the grass, and all the time they lay
Down in the water-meadows, the lazy month of May,
A-chewing,
A-mooing,
To pass the hours away.

“Rain coming,” said the brown cow.
“Ah,” said the white.
“Flies is very tiresome.”
“Flies bite.”

Half the time they munched the grass, and all the time they lay
Down in the water-meadows, the lazy month of May,
A-chewing,
A-mooing,
To pass the hours away.

“Time to go,” said the brown cow.
“Ah,”’ said the white.
“Nice chat,” “Very pleasant.”
“Night.””Night.”

Half the time they munched the grass, and all the time they lay
Down in the water-meadows, the lazy month of May,
A-chewing,
A-mooing,
To pass the hours away.

Day 5: Map, Ode, Metaphor

Ode to The Island

Oh island now I’ve left you
I can look back and reminisce
On hours of fun and sun and
Cold wet weather I won’t miss.

You kept me captive for too long
You drained me to my core
Your hidden bars, almost too strong
Escape plans such a chore.

But now I’m liberated!
Freedom running through my veins
My life breath reunited
On horizon new terrains.

Day 3: Skin, Prose Poetry, Internal Rhyme

Sometimes I know that you are there, other times I do not dare acknowledge your existence.
The youthful beauty we once had I didn’t value and that’s so sad now that I know different.
But then that’s life, we come to know that beyond the skin our wisdom grows and even glows.
As we shine through other channels unseen to those who only value surface onlooking.
I am so deep that, you will never see, the extent my skin embraces me,
Much more than any single sense can tell about my life, a joy or hell.
But one thing that I now know and love is how I feel beneath this glove
A perfect fit my closest friend, memories are ours that only we, will cherish til our end.