Pebbles hugging sandy beaches
Peaks embrace pearl sky
Upon wild moors, a lonesome stone
Is left alone to cry
As every raindrop tumbles clouds
Tag: poem
The Write Place
The Write Place
The Write Place
I found the write place!
It’s all write & in the right place.
It sends my senses all tingly,
My brain cells all jingly,
My pencil can hardly keep pace!
I knew it was alright as soon as I turned right, to write.
Across the bridge and up the hill,
I must’ve taken the write little pill.
By The Window
By The Window
By The Window
Have you seen Molly? She sits by the window.
Humming a tune that nobody will know,
Tapping her foot to the sound of her music,
Stroking her hair while she rocks to and fro.
Have you seen Molly? She sits by the window.
A hint of a smile, from the secret she holds.
Close by, an oak box sits upon her sparse table,
The key in her apron worth much more than gold.
Stone Flowers
Stone Flowers
Stone Flowers
Stone flowers are all l gave to you,
Stone flowers will never leave,
Stone flowers are my comfort,
As I stand alone and grieve.
Never will they wither,
Like my love, forever true,
A constant, stone reminder,
Of the sweetheart I once knew.
Welsh Sky Dragons
Welsh Sky Dragons
Look up, you’ll see Welsh dragons play,
Breathing fire for St David’s day!
Smoke and mirrors,
throwing flames,
Sweeping wings & dragon games!
They hide away in heavy cloud,
Trying not to be too loud.
St David’s Day
St David's Day
Golden trumpets standing proud,
Lift your heads & sing aloud!
Join together, proudly sway
To celebrate St. David’s Day!
Strong & steadfast, traditional, true,
A fiery dragon rendezvous!
Celestial Landscape
Celestial Landscape
Oh! You beauties, riding high,
Peachy, in amber & golden-topped sky.
An evening show, pure beauty, profound,
Watching in wonder, stunning colours astound.
The Mystic Path
The Mystic Path
Silently, follow the mystic path,
Don’t be fooled by the photograph!
At first glance all looks peaceful, calm,
A wooded haven of forest charm,
But slow is the action that’s hard to see,
Of teaming life & busy bees.
The River Lugg
The River Lugg runs wild and free,
Splashing sounds in symphony,
Gracefully swirling bank-edged bends,
A confluence of nature, dives and wends.
Leaping & skipping through vale and hill,
Over rock and boulder, no keeping still!
Hands Of Nature
Hands of Nature
Wounded, stark boughs, limbs that have toiled,
Worked through the land, weathered & spoiled.
Cracked, open surfaces,
battered & broken,
No twisted hedge tales are heard, or yet spoken.
Arthritic forms reach high for salvation,
Desperately seeking their rightful ovation.
