Sign

In my last post I wrote about waiting for a sign from someone I had lost, it was within the last hour. I posted it and sat for a minute not really thinking about anything.  Something caught my eye from the window and there sitting in the window box was the most beautiful bird, looking straight at me.  It was only a matter of moments and it flew off to the tree across the street, I still felt it was looking at me.

I’m no ornithologist but I didn’t recognise this bird, it was beige with blue markings on its wings, tail and around it’s face, it was quite simply beautiful.  It flew past the window again a couple of times and then soared off into the distance.

I’m waiting hoping it might return, I’m asking for it to return and have my camera near incase.  But if it doesn’t come back again I really think I had the sign I was asking for 🙂

Misery is Banned – DP

Any misery today is banned,

I just will not let it in.

I cast it off into the sky,

when I sense it might begin.

Today is for fond memories,

bubbling up and down.

So many very precious,

when I take a look around.

Today the anniversary,

of when you went away.

It rips me up inside,

but I know you couldn’t stay.

Today I’m waiting for a sign,

I’m sure that’s not a sin,

Any misery today is banned,

I will not let it in.

via Daily Prompt: Banned

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Changes

 

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I’m undoing those attachments,

to things upon this earth.

The estate agent is on his way,

to tell me what I’m worth.

It’s not about the money,

although I’ll need it on my path.

I’m reaching an understanding,  

of that which is the past.

I’m stepping out into the world,

my path has reached a bend.

Realising I have so much to do

before I reach the end. 

So I’m packing up my memories,

I’ll wrap them up to keep.

I can always pull them close to me,

as each night I sleep.

I’m changing what I do in life,

how I earn my money.

Some will say I’m quite mad,

the others think I’m funny.

I’m pulling it all in now,

what I know and have to learn.

I really feel the time has come

for me to make this turn.

Conflicting feelings, going round,

my head is in a spin

But then again excitement,

for the future to begin.

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The Bench


Today I’ll sit upon the bench 

and spend a while with you.

It’s where we sat when you were here, 

I’ll be thinking too.

Of the lessons I have learnt, 

like those connected to grief.

To make the most of what I have, 

our time on earth so brief.

To treasure each and every moment, 

as if it might be the last.

To not attach to earthly things, 

as all things come to pass.

I will smile as I think of you, 

with memories so strong.

When I go down to that bench, 

will you come along.


Another Day


Waking up, I’m all alone, 

there’s a deep silence all around.

I turn again into my dreams, 

where such solitude I’d found.

Wrapped in a cleansing blanket, 

kindness is the thread.

Safe there with my memories, 

those love stories in my head.

I wrap myself warm and go outside, 

it’s nature that’s calling me.

I watch as a mother protects her young, 

the greatest privilege to see.

All around the day comes alive, 

with energies abound.

I connect with Mother Earth, 

in this special place I’ve found.

I send out thoughts to the universe, 

the love I send is true.

Two years today since you left, 

I’m still really missing you.


Transformation – DP

I going through a transformation,

but I am not alone.

For everyones included,

unless your made of stone.

The universe is shifting now,

it is moving up in gears.

Taking merely days to change,

what at once took years.

The super moons transforming,

did you see those skies.

Are we ready for the change,

will it mean goodbyes.

Will it mean we all wake up,

will we understand.

Will it feel like we’re living

in a foreign land.

Whatever the transformation,

it’s coming anyway.

Hold nothing really close to you,

it probably won’t stay.

I think we’ll be more spiritual,

connected more to source.

Depends I suppose if we remain

if we stay the course.

 

via Daily Prompt: Transformation

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Trees Tale

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The old tree stump connected to me,

from far across the way.

Spoke of years and memories,

so needing to have its say.

A face looked out across at me,

spoke right into my mind.

Of tales of great adventure,

in those years so left behind.

Old witches making poison,

mother nature at her best.

Lovers passion underneath,

winds blowing from the west.

Nesting of many wild animals,

the slaughter of those weaker.

Poachers hiding in the trees,

avoiding angry gamekeepers.

Promises made beneath its leaves,

many broken there too.

Climbing high in the tree so tall,

children swinging their too.

Now it’s chopped and left for dead,

on a piece of open ground.

Screaming out loud to the  universe,

until my mind it found.

 

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