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Join Date: Jul 2015
Location: Guiseley,West Yorkshire,England
Posts: 165
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Join Date: Jul 2015
Location: Guiseley,West Yorkshire,England
Posts: 165
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Mittens,blossom,I am not glass,child and nightmares
MITTENS AND KINDNESS
It catches my eye, a miniature hand of wool ,on the wall so carefully placed,
against the stone a brilliant white, soft and pure as the infant skin it graced.
It draws few casual glances and I know it was by a simple kindness found,
sad thoughts of tiny blue fingers prompted it’s rescue from frozen ground.
They’ll not notice it’s loss,it’s doubtful for a mitten they would pass again.
No it will soon be in the dirt once more, but a simple kindness will remain
A CHERRY BLOSSOM TREE
SERENE PERFUMED PEACE, STARK AMIDST MAN'S FRANTIC PACE,
WOKEN BY DEITY'S DECREE, THE DELICATE PETAL PINK LACE
OF A CHERRY BLOSSOM TREE.
SATURATING THE SENSES, ENTREATING ALL WHO RELISH SUNLIGHT
TO SLEEP NO MORE, GRASP LIFE AND LOVE, FEAR NOT COLD NIGHT
BUT VICTORIOUS SPRING ADORE.
NO EARTHLY ARTIST HAS SUCH PERFECTED FORMS EVER CREATED,
WITH INTRICATE COLOUR AND SHADE, IT LEAVES A HEART ELATED,
A WORLD OF WONDER CONVEYED.
About homeless people and how passers by look through them….as if they were glass.
I am not glass
Though I could touch your coat from this place where I sit,
beneath you on the street, amidst the debris,detritus and grit
and endless passing feet,
I am not here, glimpsed as ‘something’ on your vision’s edge,
‘something’ or other, you’ll from deep memory never dredge,
but always try to smother.
I shed tears thinking about what I once was and what I am now,
my silent tragic tale, as you pass with haste and furrowed brow,
no mercy to avail.
Though you are soon gone my misery is eternal, never ceases,
though you pass, and I’m left in fragmented shards and pieces,
I am not glass.
Child and nightmares
Hush my child, do not await faceless dark
with dread. Therein hides nothing more
than broken dreams we often have to shed.
Such wraiths escaped seek to visit only
mischief on you, trying to return and with
riotous resolve let unbridled fear ensue.
But they are without substance or form,
nothing, yours to control from blankets
warm. So as they from behind the curtains
peep, let these words in scolding tone
ring out, “be gone ! It’s time to sleep”
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