Author: goldfinch1948

I have been trying to be a poet for many years

Transported from Reality.

I get transported so easily,
Transported from my normality
Into a world of beauty,
A world of wonder,
A world of surrealism.
All it takes is a note that I hear,
Or the stroke of paint on canvas
And I can be in another world,
A world of wonder and beauty.
That is what my life can do
When I listen to music,
Or look at art.
I get transported into another world
Where life is sublime.

Michael’s Artistic World

Once more art has struck me down.
The picture appeared before me
And I stopped,
My life stopped and I was drawn in,
Drawn into the world of the artist.
I looked into the picture,
The longer I looked
The further my mind became part,
Part of the wonder,
The wonder of the art.
I left my real world and I walked,
Walked into that dream,
That dream created,
Created by the artist,
That creation became my dream,
My dream of beauty, peace and wonder.

 

The artwork was by Michael Edwards.

The Light of Music.

It was one of those moments
When all was not well.
It could be emotive,
It could be physical,
But my world was at a low.
Then it happened,
That piece of music played
Sending joy into my mind,
And glory into my heart.
All was well,
All was better.
That is the power of music,
It can drag me from the depths,
The depths of despair,
Into the light of my world.
The music in my world
Is so varied, so wonderful,
From jazz to classical,
Country to opera,
Folk to ballet.
So much music out there
All waiting to be played,
To be played for me,
And to keep me in the light,
The light of my world.

Coffee Sir?

The question often gets asked,
How would you like your coffee?
I like it the simplest of ways,
Although I can drink coffee
Anyway it is set before me.
With or without milk,
With or without sugar.
But my preference has always been
Without sugar,
And without milk.
But my absolute favourite
Is to have my coffee
Without sugar,
And without cream.

That Clock.

Tick,
The pendulum swung.
Tock,
Back it came.
Tick, tock
It continued,
As it has
For all my life.
That clock,
Sat on the wall,
As it always has
For as long
As I have been alive.
That clock
Is part of me,
And the tick
Of that clock
Is the heartbeat,
The heartbeat
Of the house.

Continuing Life

I look up to the sky
Passed the clouds,
Passed the sky,
Into the heaven beyond.
The place where I came from,
The place where I will be,
As this brief span on earth
Is but the blink of an eye
In the life that I have lead,
The life that I am leading,
And the life I will lead.
As my journey of life
Continues in the light,
Continues in joy,
Continues in love,
Continues towards infinity,
All will be glorious.

Aiming for Dreams.

In life we have our aims,
Those aims lie in front of us.
We may think them high
But if we set our aims low
And achieve them with ease
Life will become boring.
Always set your aims high,
And throughout your life
You will progress to new heights,
As you rise towards your dreams.

 

The greater danger for most of us lies not in setting our aim too high and falling short; but in setting our aim too low, and achieving our mark.   Michelangelo.

My Spirit.

Each day I wonder,
I wonder about god.
I know my god, My Spirit,
Is always with me.
It is not the god of religions,
It is the force within me,
That force that holds me,
Holds me within myself,
Within My Spirit,
My Spirit
Who has been with me
From Infinity,
And will be with me
To Eternity.

I Sit at the Table

I sit at the table – alone.
My loved one away for a week
To give me a rest,
A rest from her dreadful dementia.
It is so hard,
She is in a world of her own
Where I almost don’t exist.
I do everything for her,
I lead two lives,
And the second one
Is so exhausting.
No rest, day or night
So these days alone
Help me to recover,
But here on Saturday evening,
The meal prepared as usual,
I sit at the table – alone.