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Daisy….. an acrostic poem

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Days lengthening; sun shining
All seems so normal
Isolation, social distancing for everyone’s sake
Surreal- is this really happening?
Yes – and we’ll get through it together

 

 

Stay safe, everyone

xx

An Exercise In Patience (poem)

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Piece by piece
Attention to detail
Testing times or timing the test?
Impatience not an option
Endeavour rewarded
Nearing completion
Congratulations abound
End goal achieved with endless patience

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Fleeting Rainbows

 

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Reflections of the past
Aspirations for the future
Inspiration for the present
Nurture for the soul
Beauty to the eye
Observations in a turbulent world
Wishes silently made.

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I Wonder When

I dug into my poetry archives for this week’s blog. Been a while since I shared any…..

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I Wonder When

 

When did he last hold me

And really feel me?

 

When did he last kiss me

And really taste me?

 

When did he last say “I love you”

And truly mean it?

 

When did he last make love to me

And relish in me?

 

When did he last listen to me

And even hear me?

 

I wonder when it was……..

 

 

 

Written 5th February 2010

(Image sourced via Google – credits to the owner)

The Wrong Hand – a poem for Valentine’s Day

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The Wrong Hand

 

A dozen deep pink roses

Their petals rich and velvety.

Their thorns sharp.

Roses given in theatrical jest.

Given in friendship.

No love in their giving- thank God.

Roses given by the wrong hand.

 

 

17/10/08

Private Bubble

misty beach

Something a bit different for this week. It’s been a while since I shared any poetry, largely because most of them are too personal, too emotional, to share with a wider audience.

This photo was taken on the day at the beach that inspired the following poem a few years back. We arrived at Cape Henlopen, near Rehoboth DE, to a misty seashore. Having driven almost a hundred miles to get there, we were not about to be deprived of a day at the beach! Part way through the day I wandered off along the shoreline on my own and realised that the mist had closed round me like a cocoon. I couldn’t see another soul. I couldn’t hear another soul. All around me was the seabirds and the ocean….and for those few minutes while I sat on the sand and watched the waves roll in, it was bliss.

 

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As the mist rolls in from the ocean

Casting spirals around in the air

I watch the seabirds at play.

 

They rush out after each wave.

They run hell for leather as the waves rush  in to snatch their feet.

 

They chatter and flutter.

The waves crash and glide.

The mist soundlessly swirls and drifts

 

Sand between my toes.

Damp misty warmth on my sun kissed skin.

Not another human in sight.

Contentment.

 

(originally written 10 Sep 2008)

 

A little deviation from the norm…

 A little deviation from the norm….

It’s been a while since I’ve written any poetry or added to the poems section of this blog but for one reason or another I’ve been reflecting a lot recently. It reminded me of this poetic effort from a while back. Even now, roughly five years later, it still rings true.

Hidden From Prying Eyes

Deep inside me

Hidden from prying eyes

Hides “me”.

 

The public “me”

Paints on the smile

And glides through the working day.

 

The mummy “me”

Offers cuddles and hugs

Showering my children in unconditional love.

 

The friend “me”

Is calm and loyal

Always there to support and assist

 

The real “me”

Stays hidden

Quiet emotional

Nervous and scared

Frightened she’s found by prying eyes.

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(image sourced via Google- credits to the owner)