Tag: Poetry
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Let Love
Love when your outstretched hands wake you. Love till your eyelids gently call you to sleep. Let love master you and you be in thrall to love. For love will free you what would thwart love. Love calls from the sunset through the twilight Love dwells in the dark and calls to the light Love sinks…
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Rainbows
I was told to see in black and white Then advised to look for shades of grey But that closed my eyes to the light And the teeming colour of the day So not seeing colour or shade Meant I saw nothing at all I then waited for dark to fade To open my eyes to…
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Winter’s Past
Now that winter’s last touch is gone, And springs new day nearly here, I can lose my robe of grief, And face all of life once more.
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We Both Must Live
I turn and see your face, You are not there. I call to you for an embrace, Only cold is here. I wake in the dark to you, And hear your voice, For that moment I heard you There is only silence. I hear footsteps that echo, In my mind from the past, Shadows on…
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Winter’s Passing
This morning’s dawn that faded fast Is the twilight of a season past And today’s sunset is itself a dawn That points to a season reborn Cold is that season with no light. And me that slept in it. Now the short day and long night Has passed and me with it.
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Someone Who Knew
You’ve either been there Or knew I’ve been here Though you’ve seen from a distance Somehow you’ve discerned a cadence How could you possibly know Those stormy waves that ebb and flow In spite of fear so rife Are just tides of daily life I never whispered aloud My dread of a falling cloud Yet…
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The Fifth Love
Of a morning, I’m woken up by the song Higher Love by Steve Winwood. And not every morning, I ask myself, “What is this song really about?””Where is this higher love he keeps thinking of anyway?” Perhaps this higher love might be one of C. S. Lewis‘s The Four Loves: Storge: Love experienced by and for family members,…
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The Silence
Part 1 I waited for your word, And no sound came, I waited all in vain, Silence is a shadow. I opened my mouth, And tried to speak, But all my words died, Silenced by the shadow. So I lived mute, Too afraid to speak, My heart withered Silenced by the shadow. Part 2 My…
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The Unravelled Heart
Not so long ago, I had a silent heart, Still, closed in on itself, set apart, Surrounded, shielded, safe in a seal. Latticed inside with wires of steel. And to reach that ravelled heart, To try and pick those strands apart, Was an impossible, lonely and futile task And my heart’s response : build another…
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On Wisdom
There was a time, I considered myself wise. But the world made me foolish, so I had to learn. And now I realise through life’s travels, That wisdom is rare and precious indeed.
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Rumi’s Puzzle of Love
Though long deceased, the Persian poet Rumi regularly sends me quotes on Facebook. Last week’s quote was “To find the Beloved, you must become the Beloved.” I was puzzled. And I tried to analyse it. And became more puzzled. So this time took my advice to others: when puzzled, describe don’t explain! So while I’m…