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Haiku – on air

dotted quaverscarried on aira wake up call

I will listen to the song of the sea I will listen to the wind in the treesThe lamentations of the world Torn to shredsThe fear,the loss, the anger sharedI will feel the warmth within these walls I will feel the love from those around Each flower that opens yellow or blue Will draw meContinue reading “I will listen”

Across the World

I amazed by who reads my poems and where in the world you all all are. Have a very happy Wednesday, Ruth x poetry readingacross the worldelastic geography

Storm 3

The four winds blow, Mustering yet more strengthIn rallying war cry Powerful and StrongSweeping over bent grassCombing and creasing the hillInto ripples of spun icing; Trees are rocked and spun in Forceful gyrations prizing Naked branches apart.Building and retreating in monumental fashionRelentless in accomplishment.Refusing to abate.All through the nightTo the cold blue-greyAnd a view.debris castContinue reading “Storm 3”

Strong Deliverance

I loved his caption on Instagram -unbowed by wind or rain. @themontydon a low profile unbowed by wind or stormstrong deliverance

Rhythm of Morning

Sometimes there is a song in the morning Of blackbird or wren,A flit through the hedge,Often unseenThough shrill the call;Or thrushIn rhythm breaking a shell,Driving a rivet into a stone.Lamenting all today,The world spins darkerThe tune is changed;The song replaced by constant roarOf pounding wind,Forceful and strong,Whistling through any Gap unseen,A broken tune Of slateContinue reading “Rhythm of Morning”

Hmm !

any thought I trancemy mapped and spoken dreamspersonal signature

Ancient Walls

I touch the walls of the ancient room,And feel the breath from another age. From here I glimpse the transient silvered moon;I trance dark clouds amidst storm -filled rage.The wind it thunders, though unrestrained;These walls of stories and secrets keptIn silence resolute unexplained,If only they awoke instead of slept.What stories are wrought which they couldContinue reading “Ancient Walls”

In Fading Light

Evenings in fading lightOf lilac hueA day stretched to fitThe tilting sphereThe fervent call of the blackbird Echoing choral joy in the skies.

Most Winter Mornings

Most winter morningsThe cold blue light gives way to lightening skiesMost winter mornings the respite comesThis winter morning light flickersBefore extinguishingThrough a patchwork skyIn flickering array Cloud studded and ever movingLandscape of greyBuilding and growingSwelling to fill the wideness of Big skiesFingers of spent wind Clawing the branches of tired treesStark is the warning ofContinue reading “Most Winter Mornings”