Sometimes the sky’s too bright
To see the clouds or birds.
Sometimes the sun burns through
The shade of leafy trees,
And blinds impatient eyes,
Still searching for visions
Of angels smiling
At the fire in her eyes.
Alas the sky’s too bright
To taste the salt in her tears,
Or quell the thirst in her heart,
And yet she journeys on
In search of her angels.
A Second in Time
They say life changes
Gradually, but it’s a lie.
It happens at once.
In just a second in time
Everything shifts forever.
Even in winter,
Yellow daisies shine like gold,
Smiling at frail sun.
Even in winter,
Tired leaves fall from dry branches,
Shining on pavement.
, Even in winter
Vibrant green-leaved bushes hide
Red flowers gleaming.
, Even in winter
Bare trees stretch, because they know
Spring’s not far away.
Photos taken this weekend walking around Fuengirola, Malaga.
Happy winter walking!
The moon in daylight
Must feel very out of place
Alone in blue sky
Missing twinkling stars. Sometimes
The sky’s too bright to be loved.
Displaced, waning moon
Staring at the glorious sun
In cloudless, blue sky.
Everyone ignores pale moon
While the bright sun is shining.
In ancient gardens
Dismembered, Roman s tatues
Watch pruned, potted plants
Bursting w ith fragrance, glowing
In lush, flourishing patios.
I went for a walk to visit the World Heritage Patios Festival in Cordoba, Spain, this morning with my friend Gabriela. What a stunning place to stimulate all my senses!
I hope you were able to take an inspiring walk this Sunday❤
A rose at the zoo
Watches elephant cry, while
Poet writes haiku
Not a Rose
The rose is a rose,
The elephant is not a rose,
And it is not lovely.
An elephant at the zoo is
The poet is a woman,
Who writes about beauty and despair ,
While she thinks of lonely elephants,
Watching lovely roses, wondering
Why an elephant is not a rose.
I went to the zoo this morning with my children and grandchildren, and two things struck me; the beautiful roses and the downcast elephant. Well here they are, joined by my pen to be shared to the world.
My daughter and granddaughter
Hope you were able to take an inspiring walk this Sunday❤
Follow slim footpaths
By the banks of the river,
Breathe moist air. Connect
With the nymph of your childhood,
Refresh heavy thoughts, move on.
I was fortunate enough to take a long, energizing walk with my daughter and grandchildren this morning, along the luscious, verdant path, by the banks of the river.
I hope you had time to take a restoring walk this Sunday.
Y et I stoop to capture
E very single
L uscious plant, which
L ures me towards its extra
O rdinary shade of yellow. Distracting
W ildflowers enticing me along another path.
Distractions are highly underrated.
Daily routines, work, commitments, and the demands of everyday life emphasise that I should focus on objectives and make sure I complete my ‘to do list’ without any distractions.
I disagree. I need to make time for myself and cross items off my ‘to be list’ ( more on to do and to be lists here).
Walking, observing my surroundings, taking photos of anything which catches my eye, and writing poems, are some of my favourite distractions.
And now, back to my to do list. Monday is only a few hours away!
Which are your favourite distractions?