Author: goldfinch1948

I have been trying to be a poet for many years

At One With Nature.

I walked over the green land
And there it was before me,
The lake,
The lake that I would walk around,
Not just walk around
But cast a line into the water.
I put the fly on the line
But stopped,
Stopped and listened,
Listened to the silence,
That silence only interrupted
By the sounds of nature.
I became one with nature.

I cast my line on the water
And watched the line
Floating on the surface,
The fly sank,
I gently pulled the line
Dragging the fly slowly
Hoping for a fish to bite.
I looked about me
At natures glory,
The young swan slowly swimming,
The ducks and coots
Both with their young.
The sedate grebe
Passing in absolute majesty.
I walked around the lake
Casting my line,
Hoping for a fish.

It was not my turn today,
But I did not care,
As once more,
I was at one with nature.

Nature’s Anger.

 

The rumble was in the distance,
Light flashed though the sky,
I was woken from my sleep.
The light intensified,
The dark sky became light
As the flashes increased,
Increased in number,
Increased in luminosity,
Until it was almost like day.
The noise increased,
Like a bass drum crescendo,
Until the bass was replaced
By the crack of a whip,
Magnified by the amplification
Of a Black Sabbath concert.
I stood watching and listening
As light and noise became more intense.
I seemed to be in the middle,
In the middle of nature’s anger,
As she vented her ire
On the world around me.

New Life.

She was new in my life,
Her birth gave new meaning to me.
I saw her grow through childhood,
Through to adulthood
Into the beautiful woman she became.

Once more I will see new life
As my daughter gives birth,
Birth to a young one
Into her world,
Into my world.
A world where joy will abound,
Where love will be given
To the mother,
To the father,
But especially to the child.
That love will never fail
As I will be there,
Surrounding my family,
With all my love.

Ignorant People.

Around and around she went,
Food in her hands,
Looking for a customer,
But she could not see them.
Those who had ordered the food
Looked at her
But didn’t indicate
That the food was theirs.
So around she went again,
But still the customer said nothing.
Why do people do this?
The young lady was doing her best,
But life can be so hard,
So hard to deal with,
When dealing with ignorant people.

My New Life.

 

That time has arrived,
That time when my New Life is with me.
The change has happened,
On my own in the house,
Our home is now mine.
My wife, my loved one is no longer here,
Moved into a home
Where there care is supreme.
My care was starting to fail,
I was becoming beaten in my life,
Each day was getting harder
As her dementia controlled her,
Leaving me to do all for her.
It had to be done,
Now I am in the house alone.

My New Life is with me,
That life where I am back,
Back being able to be myself,
Doing the things I want to do.
Yes I will miss her being with me,
But I am used to that,
My lover has not been with me,
Not been with me for a long time.
Yes, I am alone in the house
But I am not lonely.
I have music to listen to,
Instruments to reacquaint myself with.
I have words to write,
Art to see,
Choirs to join.
At last I can see my friends,
Much ignored but now I am back.
I might be on my own
But able to do things,
Do things that I was unable to do.
My New Life is with me

Yes I love her,
That will never change,
And I will see her,
But her care comes first.
The care where she is
Is wonderful,
So much better than I could give.
In all the sadness of the past
New light has been given,
Given to us both,
That light will join and become one
As our lives travel into eternity.

Musical Brass.

 

I look around me,
Look at the faces of the people,
The people watching the performance,
They are all enraptured, enlightened.
The band is playing,
Their glorious sound engulfs them,
Engulfs me.
As they play
I am lifted into another world,
A world of beautiful music.
A feeling of wonder comes over me,
The hairs on my body rise,
Goosebumps come all over me
As the music permeates my soul.
I am lost in that glorious world
Where the brass shines through me
With the sound of their notes.
Again I look around,
I find the others too are in my world
As the brass band plays,
Plays through their souls,
Into ours.

The First Move.

There are many of them in this world,
You see them every day.
They seem fine,
Many smile and greet you,
But what we do not know
Is how they really are.
They return to their homes
And sit there alone.
The people in their lives have gone,
Maybe moved on to another world,
Or moved on to another place.
So these lonely people are just that,
Lonely.
If only they could realise,
Realise that others can be there for them,
Others who too may be alone,
But they too just sit at home,
Sit ensconced in their loneliness.
The world is full of lonely people,
Lonely people waiting,
Waiting for someone,
Someone to make the first move,
If you are alone,
Will you make that first move?

Art into Words.

New Beginnings.  Artwork by Kiriaki Psaras “Koo”

 

The artwork stands before me,
What do I see?
I see a world of colour in the life of the artist,
The dark times being hidden,
Hidden in the brightness surrounding them.
I look deeper into her world
And the darkness pulls me in,
Pulls me into the blackness that went before,
Maybe times of sadness,
Or of grief,
But they are being covered by the lightness
As her life moved on into its glory.
The sparks of light come through
To show that her world now has light,
And the light will increase
As her life moves on from the dark,
Into the light of life,
Where peace, happiness and love,
Especially love,
Will be with her forever.