I have written poetry on and off for the past 30 years. I thought it was time to share some with you, in the hope you will like it.
Perhaps it will resonate with you. It may even provide you with some insight or comfort, if I'm really lucky!
Sometimes silly, never complicated, always heartfelt, it has certainly given me insight and comfort at particular times in my life.
A Tale of Two Birds
Who are you? asked the cormorant as he stood proud in the tree,
Who are you? retorted Heron, as the water lapped his knee.
The cormorant smirked and shouted, in a very hefty way:
I’m a bird that can dive deeply, there ain't nothin’ in my way.
My beak is long, my wings are wide, I get just what I want,
I’ve friends in top high places and an air of nonchalance.
Heron sighed and breathed in deeply at this obnoxious bird,
He shifted his position, thinking Cormorant’s absurd!
He thinks he’s high and mighty, but the truth is he’s a berk;
Who needs crass lively shouting, when you’re trying to do your work?
But Cormorant wouldn’t leave it, wanting further conversation;
He flew down from his drying spot to make more irritation.
He bounced up near to Heron, almost causing him to tumble;
Do you mind? fumed the heron, in a very fed up grumble.
Where’s your mates? quizzed the cormorant;
How come you’re alone all day?
And you stand there very still;
Don’t you ever want to play?
I am minding my own business!
Snapped the heron, with disdain;
If you want to know the truth,
I think I’m the one that’s sane!
I am deep in contemplation
As I wait here for my dinner;
And I’d rather be a loner
Than a fighter and a sinner!
How insulting, cried the cormorant;
I’ve done nothing wrong!
I just called out to be friendly;
Not an act to come on strong
Now up there in the branches
Was an owl that had been woken;
She’d been stirred there from her slumber
By all the land commotion;
She swept down from her resting place
In a quest to share her wisdom:
You two are all a kilter
I can help with my opinion.
You are neither who your friends are
Nor your choice for isolation;
Your preference for a party, Corm
Is down to evolution
Herons always live alone;
It’s part of their attraction
They’re born that way, to be a bird
That doesn’t need distraction.
So WHO ARE WE? Questioned H & C
With mint co-ordination
They looked upon the owl
For the perfect explanation
When you’re basking C in sunlight
With your wings spread wide and free
And you’re diving deep in water
In the flow of life, with glee
And for H, when you are soaring
Over lakes and land and sea;
Or you’re firmly in the moment
As you stand there intensely
The love you feel for your pursuits
Is what makes you connected
To the universe and all that is;
Your own unique perspective
The whispers of your soul in flight
Reminding you of wonder
As you feel the breeze upon your face
The sun, the moon, the thunder
Who you are is not your hobbies
Nor your good points or afflictions
It’s the light you shine upon the world by following your bliss;
If you focus on the inside you cannot go a-miss
Then suddenly the sunlight shone a perfect light on earth;
Right said Owl, that’s far too bright
I must get to my berth!
I hope you two now understand
Your real authentic worth;
And see that neither one of you
Has everything on earth
I really need you settled
As I have to get my sleep!
Cormorant, please remember
Heron’s waters can run deep
And Heron please forgive him;
He can’t help his crazy banter
He has to be himself;
We all need our own true mantra
With that the owl departed
The same way that she came
Then Heron smiled at Cormorant
And the cormorant did the same
They realised that their truth was the object and the aim
And C swam in the water, feeling lucky with his lot
While H stood tall among the reeds, with a newfound sense of peace;
He didn’t have to try too hard, approval is the key
Now he’d learned the secret was acceptance and just be.
Collage of Dreams
My life is a canvas of potential
I want everything - MORE!
May I create a collage of dreams
Fill in the gaps
And sketch over the top
Etchings, scribbles and doodles
Play with light and tone
Textures and tapestry
Drawing into the depth of my soul
Practice new methods
Frayed edges and burnt wood
Freedom from fear
To display my discoveries
Some will see the beauty
Notice their mistakes in my work
Then declare themselves perfect anyway
For we create the drama
That makes the heart sing
And the spirit cry and wail
In the wisdom, the existence
In this beautiful world