Nature was building
Cathedrals to touch the sky
Long before we
Ever came along
Cathedrals to touch the sky
Long before we
Ever came along
Category: Poetry
A world of my own making
I live in a world of exquisite beauty
Fantastical in form
Vibrant in colour
A sensual delight
Of textures
Rough and smooth
Fantastical in form
Vibrant in colour
A sensual delight
Of textures
Rough and smooth
I live in a world
Of song and voice
Of love and wisdom
Time walked here
Time walked here
Aeons ago
Leaving its footprints
On the landscape
Aeons ago
Leaving its footprints
On the landscape
Not to become
Icons of Hollywood
But to impress upon the inhabitants
Where the true source
Can be found
So I listen
Some days
There’s just not that much to look at
There’s just not that much to look at
So I listen
I can close my eyes
On any day
And just listen
But I prefer the fog
It is easier
To imagine in darkness
To create a world of light
In my mind
Leaping into disorientation
Sometimes I get confused
Which way’s up
And which way’s down
Which floor am I on?
Which floor should I be on?
Which door should I take?
Should I have come in through that one?
Which way’s up
And which way’s down
Which floor am I on?
Which floor should I be on?
Which door should I take?
Should I have come in through that one?
Water, warmth and the company of family and friends
There is something to be said
For calm water and green trees
On a warm summer’s day
Spent with family and friends
For calm water and green trees
On a warm summer’s day
Spent with family and friends
Fury ~ Pic and a Word Challenge #13
It is an angry sea
Whipped up
By a furious sky
And I…
Whipped up
By a furious sky
And I…
I sink into my rage
In the tumult, find peace
On a cold, wet October afternoon
Howe Sound takes on the tone of slate
The wind blows hard
Straight up the channel
White caps breaking
Hair and camera strap fluttering
Howe Sound takes on the tone of slate
The wind blows hard
Straight up the channel
White caps breaking
Hair and camera strap fluttering
Sleeping Beauty
Sleeping in on a Saturday
Dimly aware of the presence beside me
Who kept me awake long after bedtime
Who jostled me awake throughout the night
Tossing in her dreams
Rising for a trip to the bathroom
Snuggling in with her stale perfume
As she’s just done
Tousled hair in my face
Tickling my nose
Along with her morning breath
Dimly aware of the presence beside me
Who kept me awake long after bedtime
Who jostled me awake throughout the night
Tossing in her dreams
Rising for a trip to the bathroom
Snuggling in with her stale perfume
As she’s just done
Tousled hair in my face
Tickling my nose
Along with her morning breath
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