poem – Page 6 – lizalizaskysaregrey

The Fool

July 10, 2017July 11, 2017 lizaaitken

Creativity like a force of Spring,

giving birth to something new.

To take that giant leap of faith,

even if nobody believes in you.

An umbilical cord of new birth,

wrapped around you four times.

Perceptiveness of golden horns,

there’s nothing here that binds.

The butterfly of transformation,

flowers split into bunches of three.

Overcoming the fear of the tiger,

you know where you need to be.

A crocodile with such solid jaws,

you can cut through anything.

Then the harvest into fruition,

it has been a while since Spring.

The grapes that signify fertility,

a rainbow making things whole.

Great principles of courage here,

yes you will so fit into this role.

I know you’re ready to take a risk,

you’ve the courage to stand alone.

Listening now to your inner voice,

in touch with yourself on your own.

With the dove for the love of others,

the children that show us a pair.

Your unshakable faith in existence,

walking on now without a care.

Savage Year

July 9, 2017 lizaaitken

You were savage in your approach to me,

but I can see now why you came.

In the cruel, punishing and hurtful place,

I experienced incredible pain.

And all of those things I thought so real,

material things and the like.

Stripped me bare so I lost my way out,

I travelled the darkest night.

I questioned why you came for me then,

I know better now on this side.

You needed to help me see my falseness,

on that awful fairground ride.

Screaming all through that savage year,

I came through knowing myself.

Of all the things you taught me last year,

it was to trust in nobody else.

Savage

Jingle, Jangle

July 9, 2017 lizaaitken

Necklaces, bracelets, rings and things,

I jingle, jangle in the breeze.

Silver and crystal, antique and new,

ruby red to a bright topaz blue.

A wandering gypsy of previous life,

maybe a princess or a kings wife.

I wear my trinkets, they sing as I sway,

hear me coming and going away.

To Write with a Peacocks Quill

July 7, 2017July 7, 2017 lizaaitken

To write a poem with a peacocks quill,

do you think it would tell a good tale.

With deepest colours of the universe,

although none of these being pale.

Those green hues of Mother Nature,

bright blues that will heal every ill.

The eye of the feather watching on,

with enough parchment I could fill.

And what about my stories message,

would it resonate with everyone.

Would it be about the birds and bees,

or something much more fun.

Perhaps I’d write of love as I do,

so it jumps up and out so you feel.

There’s something about this plan of mine,

to write now with a peacock quill.

Tether

July 6, 2017 lizaaitken

So go tether me up if you want to,

it won’t stop me from flying away.

Leave me out in the wilderness,

I’ll cope and get through the day.

I’m more than just that body see,

I go travelling within my mind.

You think you see me tied up there,

I’m gone, I’ve left myself behind.

I travel seas and mountain tops,

fly through skies of deepest blue.

Sometimes when your sleeping,

I’m there and come close to you.

I’m bigger than the body you see,

won’t fathom it with your mind.

A rope won’t ever tie me down,

you my capturer won’t ever find.

Pluck of the Duck

July 5, 2017 lizaaitken

So if you really want to eat me,

you will have to catch me first.

I will not make it easy for you,

I’m fast so you’ll work up a thirst.

I’m called duck as I have pluck,

I won’t give up life just like that.

If you really are that inclined,

why don’t you eat your pet cat.

Oh yes, my beak is quite a tool,

I’ll go first for your eyes if I can.

Really I’d think about it my friend,

why don’t you become a vegan.

I can’t quite get my head around the fact that people want to eat these beautiful creatures, life and let live they say, but surely that goes for all. ~