There’s an art to it:exploring,looking making the mostnot thinking the least.There’s an art to it:simplicity Stripping backNot striving for moreobserving what’s there imagining what’s not.Pared back simplicity:to be in the momentNot fretting the past or what is to come There’s an art to it:to find stillnessto be there in the moment to be.
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Sonnet- Autumn
If I could slow the moving tide of Autumn, Stop each and every leaf prepared to fall;Would I miss the fading hues verbatim,The beauty in the colours of perennials tall?Chattering, the swallows meet too soon to fly;Patterned forms stir beauty in striation; The buzzard shrieks an urgency of cry;Across open land, a shadowed murmuration. HowContinue reading “Sonnet- Autumn”
Insight
Dawn stills thoughtsPreempts the harshness ofNight time fearPrompts the joyOf a new dayJobs mundaneSatisfactionTime outsideFresh air inhaledA coffee with a friend Conversation sharedTime to create Time to grow Time to be
Where The River Meets the Sea
Consider the birds for they neither reap nor sow …. consider the lilies of the field how they grow; they neither toil or spin. Why worry ? Matt chp 6 So when I paint, I consider the beauty of what I see in all of nature and today I thought there is nothing grander orContinue reading “Where The River Meets the Sea”
Wounded
They say time heals the soulAn open wound needs some care: I write it downI pray aloud I sit at the piano And sing it loud I run in the lanesI shout to the windI swim in the sea And call to the cloudsAs I cut through the wavesSalt sticks to my hairAs I swimContinue reading “Wounded”
Restless
Bright the moonRiven and intenseDeep the shadowsUnder blackened trees which Cloak the view.The wind is heldSilence loadedMagnifying movementand strange noises of the night. Bold the outlinesOf bovine formsGraze in rhythmic functionInhale and exhaleShuffle and cough A poignancy, an urgencythe shriek of the owlA passing carCuts through the stillnessWorn rubber on tarmacRestless the soulAwake and drawnContinue reading “Restless”
Summer Wrapped Up
When I woke up on my first morning after finishing work, I could see summer stretching ahead and I was full of ideas and plans. Sometimes we just don’t feel days are productive, yet looking back at my diary it is pleasantly filled with wild swims, gardening and some well- needed runs for solitude. WeContinue reading “Summer Wrapped Up”
The end of the day
A local view from here where we get some wonderful sunsets.
Dawn is held
Pink the hueSteals the remnant Night slips awayBlackened forms of branchesCast sharp silhouettesAnd for a moment filigreed fingersHold the skyAs dawn is held As colours mergeTo bluish grey. https://www.threads.net/@slow_lane_art_and_garden_
If flowers Could Sing
Written for a poetry competition
