I didn’t know I was going
to discover a truth
from the depths of the past
in a trip to my youth
visiting my birthplace
seeing with new eyes
where I played
where I grew
a childhood constrained by lies.
It seems we are coloured
by those early years,
can a life painting
number of tears?
’Tis alright saying
we plough our own path
but “Who am I really?”
Apologies fellow bloggers for my absence, ‘twas an unexpected trip back to my hometown to sort out family business. Strange how BIG things from the past seem so much smaller viewed through older/grown up eyes. Strange too how the ‘large’ walls of the neighbours garden have shrunk and everything appeared so different. I need to travel back again, this time for a longer stay so I shall see you all and catch up when I can. I hope WordPress is finally sorting itself out, though I did take a trip over to Sir Aquatom’s Blog and it appears my hopes are in vain. Sigh!! xx
Posted in About Life..., Adventure, Learning, Penpusher, Poem+, Questioning, Questions, Self Knowledge, Time Travel, Travel, Youth
Tagged Adventure, Learning, Life, Penpusher, Questioning, questions, self knowledge, Time travel, Travel, Youth
Countless lines drawn in the sand
impossibly thin and barely seen,
some show how far you may go
some, where you have been.
Not warnings are they,
should you need,
on overstepping boundaries
for personal gain or human greed.
Countless lines drawn in the sand,
who drew them long eons past?
Surely they were put in place,
to keep certain knowledge
within our grasp?
Posted in Avarice, Awareness, Balance, Choice, Greed, Hints, Humanity, Interpretation, Knowledge, Learning, Poem, Progress, Questioning, Warning
Tagged Avarice, Awareness, Choice, Greed, Growth, Interpretation, Knowledge, Learning, Poem, Progress, Questioning
I’m climbing a mountain,
my whole life a spur to the top.
At the moment it feels slow going
I’m afraid to slowdown and stop.
Looking back I see many detours,
mistaken when faith grew weak.
When the way seemed easier,
or so I thought, until the
trail led me back to seek,
the true path to the crown,
to the summit, where every
breath is now thin and frail.
Reaching the pinnacle of life’s
desire, to achieve flight, not to
plummet and thereby fail.
Posted in About Life..., Achievements, Choice, Growth, Identity, Interpretation, Realisation, Self Knowledge, Soul Searching, Thoughts, Transformation
Tagged Achievements, Choice, Growth, Identity, Interpretation, Knowledge, Learning, Life, Life Changes, self knowledge, Soul Searching
A beginning, a creation
formed by cosmic dust,
’tis new life, it will succeed
as we know it must.
A Planet’s birth,
a melting pot
aeons in the making.
A secret recipe, as Earth,
Le Cordon Bleu baking.
Posted in Circle of Life, Cordon Bleu, Earth, Learning, Planet, Poem, Skies, The Cosmos, The World, Universe
Tagged Change, Circle of Life, Cordon Bleu, Cosmos, Earth, Learning, Poem, The World, Universe
My friend Sweet Willow follows NaPoWriMo
for daily prompts to aid the creation of poems
to a theme, below is my entry, (a day late …)
also above is a link to Willows site…
I’ve never tried to quickly theme a poem,
but this is what instantly came to mind…
(I copied my comment to Willow… )
NaPoWriMo: Day 24. Today’s prompt is to think about words buried in words. In particular, think about the words buried in your own name. Plug your name into an anagram generator, like this one, and try writing a self-portrait poem using words that are generated
well, lets think, I tried Lady Penelope, and one stood out… pealed openly… and another leadenly plop…. I think not the 2nd as somehow leaden hearts plopping came to mind, but the first one.. mayhap this will do?..
You said I should change,
I should rearrange,
my emotions to fit your need,
but I’m not that way,
my inner emotions hold sway
I’m led by neither sex nor greed
I’m sorry to say I’ve changed inside
I give no care for your creed,
I wouldn’t let go of friends I knew
but you asked that I follow your lead.
I’ve a complex heart, I have to feel love
for there to be any hope or chance
but you wanted to play the loud music
before I’d learned the steps to the dance.
I pealed openly my inner thoughts my friend Willow… Hugs aplenty xx