Turning This Grey World Green The snow clouds down on us, a falling sky Now lost beyond itself to leave this home So deep in white. We turn towards what lies Beneath our footsteps trudging deep and slow On through this drifting winter sharp with cold Until the tired days fade away behind The stepsContinue reading “Turning This Grey World Green”
Category Archives: Poetry
Monday Poem: The Frozen Fields
The Frozen Fields We drift through mists that hide the day. The night will close in on us, and the cold Will make us huddle protectively inside. The rain will fall, almost frozen, hard Like the ice of sadness that freezes Then shatters the delicate heart of one Who has known love and seen itContinue reading “Monday Poem: The Frozen Fields”
Sunday Poem: Stories and Lies
Stories and Lies I saw her. She was walking so alone. The road was long, and lasted all her days. She would, I knew, then grow so weary sore Of walking, long before that endless road Then curved off into distance far beyond. The road was heading on towards some place Beyond the maps weContinue reading “Sunday Poem: Stories and Lies”
Poem of the Week: Church Going by Philip Larkin
Poem of the Week: The Sun Rising – John Donne
High on Our Only Hill
High on Our Only Hill Shall we look once at those closed days We shut up and turned our backs on? Should we let them go and watch them fall From some higher tower we have fortified Against all these ravages brought by time And by the vagaries of change and happenstance. To lay siegeContinue reading “High on Our Only Hill”
A Floating Freedom
A Floating Freedom There are exceptions to all this. There are ways to break free From the hold of this world. A chance to step out into the sky And live among the clouds. A floating freedom taken on the wing. To go only where the winds go. Then – at night – a chanceContinue reading “A Floating Freedom”
Into the Promise
Into the Promise We go hand in hand and we need Nakedness and cold water to awaken us. It comes down from the mountain Where it lies through the winter as snow. In spring it flows with the promise Of waiting and we go down to the river To meet it. Together we will diveContinue reading “Into the Promise”
Under the Sky
Under the Sky When all these notions fall beneath the sky That covers us, while standing, waiting here For time to bring a deeper knowing, time we understand now why this rain still falls. We stand here looking out towards the stars, Not understanding distance, how it grows And changes over time and time again.Continue reading “Under the Sky”
No Matter How Deep
No Matter How Deep This is a hand that takes the shape of holding To take the form of every precious moment Into itself to keep each instance bright And each significant one held so close, Still clutched so tight. Unwilling to release To watch the moment falling slowly down Into the river. Flowing timeContinue reading “No Matter How Deep”
A Tangled Rope 