Protected Path

Protected by a canopy,

A canopy of leaves,

Protected from the elements and the emotions that they feed,

Sheltered from the teardrops that fall like rain,

On a natures path on a rainy day,

With rays of light breaking through the natural prisms,

Forming rainbows on the path in front of you,

With forward motion the past will pass,

And a new path will be in front of you...

A Cafe by the Beach

Sat drinking tea,

In a café by the beach,

Watching the world pass by,

On a summers day,

With clouds floating high,

Looking at where the sand meets the sea,

In the distance it is the horizon I see,

As the sun lowers and the heat of the rays fade,

Footprints made in the sand will soon be eroded away,

Claimed by the tide at the end of the day,

Only memories last by those that where made......

Dream a little, Dream a lot

Dream a little,

Dream a lot,

What is meant to be will be,

For if two paths cross on a journey of life,

Memories made to last the test of time,

For a serenade heard by a rhythm of the heart,

A cupids arrow has hit its mark,

Messages in the Sand

Messages in the sand,

Seen on a stroll on the beach,

Before being erased by the sea,

A sign,

Two halves combined,

A dualism of forces,

Natures balance of light and dark,

Two halves united to make wholeness,

Finding balance in a confusing world,

Is being at peace with oneself......

 

Bulrushes of the Day

Why rush the day away,

Strolling around the wetlands,

On a summers day,

With ducks and swans on the lake,

Drifting with the breeze in a relaxing way,

A kingfisher darts from place to place, 

Betrayed by a streak of blue,

Bulrushes sway with the rhythm of a clock,

The hours pass by,

Tick tock !

This day will soon be a memory,

For soon it will be tomorrow......

 

The Garden

Sat in a garden in the midday sun,

Mad dogs barking as they try to run,

Cream tea on the table,

A spoon in the jam,

Tea stewing in a tea pot,

As birds sing all around,

The ambiance of the garden,

The scent of the flowers,

As a bubble bee at work,

The hour passes by,

Birds are singing the afternoon song,

Chilled and relaxed in a place that is home.

 

Portfolio of Art

Portfolio of Art,

A New Day, A New Venture, A New Path,

Nothing Ventured Nothing Gained so they say,

Over the years art has been my meditation a focus point to assist me on my journey through those dark days.

I guess it was a surprise to my closest friends and family when shown my art work as I had not drawn or painted since I was a youngster. 

Through their counsel the artwork has been printed. Now to market the prints and sell them.

The artwork is presented in 16 x 12 white picture mounts sealed in clear polybags.

Now to find a suitable market place to sell them.

The journey continues....................

 

A Natures Trail

Camouflaged in a field of green,

Hidden, hard to be seen,

Listening by the ear,

The messages carried on the air,

Crows fly high up above,

Fighting in the sky way up high,

As a buzzard soars and drifts on a breeze,

Between cotton wool clouds in a sky of blue,

A pheasant strolls on by hidden by the wheat and out of sight,

The rabbit darts as fast as it can only seen by its white tail,

The country is full of life when walking on a nature trail...

 

One's Personal Journey

Seconds pass,

A minute goes,

The hour hand turns,

A day gone before we know,

The paths of life the impressions left,

The imprints fade on the path we take,

Grains of sand worn away on the paths of yesterday,

The memories stay,

Of years gone by,

One's personal journey, 

Until it is time to say goodbye,

Rainbow

Searching for that pot of gold,

Following the sign in the sky,

A multi-coloured guiding light,

A rainbow that keeps on moving,

The joy it brings with the hope of luck,

Good fortune to those that find the end,

That secret hiding spot.....

A White Dove

A message of love sent with a white dove,

An offer of peace not a sign that one is weak,

A message carried by air,

To cover a distance to be heard,

To fly over a bridge that is broken,

The message of HOPE....

Skylark

The delicate song carried on the air above,

As the birds soared in the sky,

A song sung as morning begins,

Heralding the day in a special way,

Fluttering high,

A parachute dive,

The song in flight all day long,

Love in the Mist

Love in the mist.

That secret kiss,

The floral perfume that fills the air,

Taken by surprise,

Hidden from the eyes,

That beauty that creates love and desire, 

Flames of Desire

To dance amongst the flames of desire,

The desire keeping that flame on fire,

An uncontrollable heat,

Burning passion,

Alight drawing the moth,

Attracted and drawn in,

The illusions of dancing shadows,

The flames dancing bright,

Only to bring heart break,

To extinguish life,

As the fire dies out,

An ambering glow burning the soul,

Craving a flame to ignite again,

Soul Mate

Lost,

Looking into those eyes,

Drawn in to see what lies within,

Swimming in the deepest blue,

Diving deep the further one goes,

Searching for that soul to connect,

Divine intervention or divine timing at hand,

Can one become two?

For what you are seeking will be seeking you,

Is that soul mate you?

Hunters Moon

To hear you but not to see you,

Hidden out of sight,

In the depths of darkness,

In the black of the night,

A full moon's glow,

Illusions of shadows, 

A trick of sight,

Hunting high in the sky,

Blending with the stars, 

As they shine,

Rivers Zest

Words flow like a rivers zest,

Taking a course a destination ahead,

Flowing swiftly the ink from the nib,

Letters form words,

A sentenced is birthed,

A story unfolds as the chapters do grow,

The author creates the story of a life that he knows,

Sometimes silent but his actions do show,

To bring joy and a smile to those that laugh at the jokes,