Motions produced emotions,
Emotions produced movement,
Pathways guided stars,
A tarot card prediction,
A fool you are,
For a leap of faith,
A journey of fate,
On a path,
To an unknown destination.....
Monday, 2 June 2025
Wednesday, 28 May 2025
A Castle Fell
To loose a crown,
When a castle fell,
In ruins the kingdom of a heart,
For love fell to one's knees,
Surrendered to the truth,
It was not meant to be,
For the jester's tears,
Seeped,
Laughter lost,
In the darkness,
Now one sleeps.......
Saturday, 24 May 2025
Horizons
Two horizons meet,
Like starring eyes,
Through the clouds,
The crowded room,
They see you,
You see them,
The ignition of a flame,
You both believe in.......
Spaces
Spaces fill the gaps,
Time fills a void,
Grains of sand falling,
An hour glass draining,
Hands moving,
Clockwise,
Counting minutes,
Effortlessly,
Pass bye,
As a dawn is born,
That day has passed by,
From yesterday to tomorrow,
The present is a gift,
The gift is the path,
This individual journey,
From the first day,
To the last........
Graced
Graced with the rising Sun,
A new day born,
This day has begun,
With the Sun crossing the horizon line,
Warming rays,
Caress the bay,
With kissing waves,
On golden shores,
With a gentle sound,
Of rolling pebbles,
As the tide,
Lowers with the time,
With shadows coming out to play,
All occurring in a natural way....
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| Dawn in Torbay |
Tuesday, 20 May 2025
Whispering Trees
Whispering trees,
One is listening,
To the words carried in the breeze,
Watching the limbs,
Dancing with the wind,
Music made by the leaves,
With drifting clouds,
Floating by,
High above the canopy,
With daffodils,
A carpet of yellow,
Spread over the woodland ground,
With a chorus of birds,
Flying free,
In nature's play ground,
A waterway runs it's course,
With a flash of blue,
The kingfisher is around,
Angling on his fishing ground....
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| Stover Country Park May 2025 Akn |
On One's Own Path
On one's path,
One must go,
It makes no difference,
If one goes fast,
Or if one goes slow,
No destination,
Clear in the mind,
Just moving forward,
That's all,
In one's own time,
That's all that one knows.....
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To sit and look over the bay, The suns gone down, An end to the day, The glimmer of the moon, That lunar light, Glistens on the crest of the...
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To write a thousand words, How one feels, But cannot find those eyes, Who would read, A message unread, For a thousand years, Maybe in anoth... -
The magic comes with a pen in hand, When emotions transfer upon a page, When letters join in harmony, That is where the sentences are made, ... -
Sat on a path, At the dawn of the day, Cross roads in sight, Thinking which way, To the left or to the right, Or straight ahead towards toni...