Tag: poem

Dying Sun

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And so the light is fading, the winters drawing near.

The summer sun is dimming, the days are not as clear.

I’m thankful for my summer, the joy along the way.

And now the winters drawing in, shorter are my days.

With winter comes warm fires, dying embers in the grate.

Like memories that fade away, even now when I’m awake.

But I’m thankful for the days we had, the joy along the way.

If only the summer sun would wait, for just a few more days.

Righting my Wrongs

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Treading of footsteps throughout my mind.

Of days gone past I should have been kind.

Rose petals falling, loving words never said.

Lone flowers unplanted, a void in my head.

Vacant spaces, channels not making sense.

Vast chasms of darkness, held in suspense.

Retracing my steps, I paint these halls bright.

With glorious blooms, I put my wrongs right.

Radical Me – DP

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You can’t see it on the outside, apart from I’m not slim.

The changes go much deeper, as they’re radical within.

What was hard has softened, with colours changing too.

I’ve greens, blues and purples now, with indigo the blue.

The changes were quite gradual, a lifetime here to make.

But if you stand me side by side, you’ll see I’m not a fake.

The younger me was selfish, demanded love and care.

Could not see her purpose here, was to learn to share.

So now I’m making up the time, loving deeply as I go.

Knowing my days are numbered, I’ve charity to show.

Power of Me 

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While sitting in the silence, I’m listening to my breath.

All becomes much clearer, I’m with myself at best.

I focus on the in breath, before I let it gently leave.

I know that I’m connected, it’s something I believe.

Sitting in the power now, reaching  higher planes.

I find myself within myself, I have returned again.

Lessons of eternity, stored somewhere in my heart.

Power of self you see, I’ve been here from the start.

The multiple aspects of me, take stillness to understand.

Some are in the present, but some in another land.

I’m body, mind and spirit, the complexity of me.

I fit together perfectly, if I’m in this space you see.

Blue You

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The emotional anguish that you feel is testing you right now.

You need to clear your head and mind, demolish it somehow.

You need to take a breath and hold, before you let it out.

I need you back and smiling, to forget what this is about.

My friend I’m sad that you are sad, I empathise with you.

I’ve got your back, l love you lots, I hate to see you blue.

So come and sit a while with me, let’s  chew on it okay.

I want to help you cast it out, to get rid this shit today.


Party!

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Boxes wrapped up with bright red string,

cream cakes for sharing hidden within.

Strawberry, chocolate coffee and lime,

 so hard to choose when one at a time.

Big custard trifle in a bowl of cut glass,

the cherry on top I’ll save until last.

Sandwiches cut into triangles too,

minus the crusts and easier to chew.

It’s my birthday and I’m older again,

no guests to join me, Oh, what a shame!

I’ll eat up this spread all on my own.

Washed down with fizz – diet blown 😉

Daily Prompt – Cake

 

Butterflies & Feathers

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A butterfly flew in the door, I knew it was my mum.

A visit dancing through, with lots of love and fun.

It’s good to see her flying now, no longer in her chair.

I’m happy that she’s healthy, since stepping over there.

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Sometimes she’s a feather, so very light and bright.

She floats on air and drops on me, not a bird in sight.

It’s usually to tell me, that I’m heading the right way.

It’s how she keeps in contact, since she went away.

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In winter she’s a robin, with breast of brightest red.

She sits upon the woodpile, sings while I’m in bed.

She’ll always come to see me, I know that to be true.

Until one day, I step behind, that same doorway too.

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