 Whatever time of year it is, you are sure to be on show.
With seeds that scatter to the wind, or petals all aglow. A vibrant yellow amongst the fields, a sunny disposition. Tracking golden orb across the sky, whatever its position. A winter flower as much as spring, to you we can rely. When down in mood, depressed a bit, and all we do is cry. Many tears could well be shed, for both happy and the sad. Not everybody’s taste are you, gardener’s sight, far from glad. For the stalwart of the pasture, persistent pest upon the lawn. You divide opinion of the many, the less hopeful, more forlorn. Of the more converted though, your essence is a must. There for us each day on day, to you we are to trust. For your message to us all, is the faith that we must keep. When all of hope looks lost, and watered lids do seep. For despite all the odds we see, there’s unexpected twist. A surprise or two in store, of a situation to be fixed. There’s still joy to come, silken threads before unseen. Connecting us to a solar path, ever onwards towards our dream. Interlaced like spiders webs, strands criss and cross at will. Taking us closer to a divine plan, where spirits lift and fill. By Simon Blackler Copyright © Simon Blackler 2020 If you care to comment on this poem at all please feel free to do so below.
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 A pheasant breaks cover, just above my head.
A clapping of wings, stopping me dead. Like an arrow he flies, to the other wood bank. I'm distracted, I pause, to him I must thank. For now I've switched over, into the mystery I sink. As the elements conspire, to make me just think. The sunshine emblazons, autumn's fiery red hues. No wind in this valley, to disrupt the clear views. The earth starts to sing to me, its melodic song. The water in front of me, a mirror, where I belong. I'm in awe and in wonder, of the path of liquid gold. Moving incrementally down river, the story unfolds. Two swans glide so serenely, across the mill pond. Creating ripples of silver, to which I'm most fond. My breath is now taken, my heart in my mouth. My chest gripped in tension, my soul shifts South. I'm encouraged to release, to let my spirit drop. To dive into the deep, let my thoughts go plop. There's just me and this stillness, not to be afraid. Just to witness the telling, the act to be played. For now in the emptiness, a brilliance is filled. A flash of orange and turquoise, my whole being is thrilled. For there in the moment, a kingfisher flies forth. Not one but there's two now, connection true North. I'm in rapture, enthralled, in bliss, pure joy. At one with my surroundings, in heaven, oh boy! By Simon Blackler Copyright © Simon Blackler 2020 If you care to comment on this poem at all please feel free to do so below. |
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