This page starts as a blank sheet,
Onto it words are written,
Words that come from my mind,
Words escaping from my soul,
To be released to others
So that they may read
That which is within me.
Words of love come to the page,
Words of wonder transgress each line,
As the page is slowly filled
With my innermost thoughts
Until the page is complete,
And the words sail through the ether,
Towards eternity.
Each day is different,
That is the beauty of our lives.
Today will not be the same as yesterday,
Tomorrow will not be the same as today.
In every day there are differences,
That is what makes life so wonderful
And why I go forward,
Go forward in my life,
Knowing that today
As I awake,
The new day awaits,
Waits for me in its glory,
Waits for me in its wonder.
Live today where you are
As yesterday is another country.
The summit is there above me,
Not much further to go,
I know that this final climb
Will be easy,
The hard part has been done.
I look back and see,
See the high and lows of the path,
The path that I have trod.
Some of the way has been hard,
But each has been overcome.
Some have been easy,
And completed with joy.
Through the journey
Two things have always been with me,
The love in my heart for all
As I met them on the way,
But the most important
Was always with me,
My Spirit never left me,
Never failed me,
Never will fail me.
I look towards the summit
Knowing that there is not far to go,
But knowing that My Spirit
Will be with me to the end,
To the end and beyond,
As we go towards eternity.
Words and music are my life,
But sometimes my life is interrupted,
When art encroaches upon it.
The artist sat in the corner,
Painting a new creation,
Around her hung her work.
As soon as I entered her space
I was stopped,
Stopped by a painting,
The detail was so glorious.
I looked at this picture,
Looked in complete admiration.
I walked slowly round the room
Stopping in front of each artwork,
Admiring the skill,
Admiring the wonders in each image.
Then I saw it,
The picture that captured the essence,
The essence of the place where I was.
Walking round the gardens
I saw them,
Saw these trees
That seemed out of place.
I at first wondered,
Wondered why they were there,
Were they there in error?
On entering the Manor
All became clear,
As I walked round I saw,
Saw the beauty of those trees
Framed in the windows,
A combined artwork
Of nature and architecture,
Which said so much to me,
And touched my soul.
There in the gallery I saw it,
Saw the picture,
The picture that captured the essence,
The essence of the place where I was.
An archway was shown
Framing a tree behind it,
The artist had captured the wonder,
The wonder that had touched me,
Touched my soul,
As I walked around Croome.
Sometimes when we look back on our lives
We see things that we should not have done,
But that is the experience of life,
Those things from which we learn
And hope not to do again.
If we do it well today,
We cannot change our past,
But we may improve our future
And go forward with the knowledge
That we will have done our best.
You hear about them quite often
Those people who help people,
Help people with habits,
Help them conquer them.
Alcoholics anonymous is famous
To help the addicts
Of the demon drink.
Then there is Gamblers anonymous
Helping people to keep their money.
Narcotics anonymous tries to stop
To stop people’s lives being ruined,
Ruined by drugs.
But has occurred to me
Whether there is a PA,
Poets Anonymous,
To help stop writing words,
These words that flow from me
So consistently.
Not that it matters,
It does not harm me,
Or others,
Unless poetry
Is just not for them.
There I was, sitting on my cloud
God floated by and looked at me
“You look bloody miserable!” He said
He pulled up a cloud and sat next to me
“What’s the trouble?” he asked
“You are!” I replied
“Now what have I done?”
“You have taken my lover from me!”
“What do you mean by that?”
“Well her mind is closing.
She is not the person I knew”
“What do you mean by that” he asked
“Well all her life she has worshipped you
Sang your praises.
And what to you do?
You take her voice from her!”
“It was only to protect her” He said
“She could have lost her voice completely!”
“It may well be that way, but singing was her life!”
“She has other things; she has you!”
“But you are even taking that from her!
Her mind is closing into a dementia world
Which is starting to keep me out” I replied
“What has she done to deserve that”
“She is still with you in body” he uttered
“Yes she may well be
But she can hardly walk
I have to take her in a wheelchair now”
“At least you are fit enough to help her” he replied
“But what if I am not, what happens then?”
“There are people who will help her”
“I vowed ‘In sickness and in health’ in front of you
Are my vows not sacred to you?”
“Of course they are, as they are to you” he said
“So why are you punishing her
Or are you punishing me!!”
“No I a not punishing you
It is a test, to see how strong you are”
“Why are you testing me?
It seems like a punishment”
God got up from his cloud and started to drift away
He looked back and said
“You will see, you will see”
Time;
Chasing us throughout our lives;
It is always with us!
The need to get things done,
On time!
Must be on time!
Need to get there!
Quick!
Must run!
Got to go!
To where?
And why?
Never enough time!
Time is moving on!
Must catch up!
Time; the predator.
Looking back on my life, towards the end of my span on this world,
I look upon time from a different point of view.
Those moments in my life where time doesn’t exist.
That first kiss as a boy with my first girlfriend,
So innocent and so cherished, where did that moment go?
It still seems but a moment since I met my love,
Still with me after so many joyful years, still together
Enjoying our time with each other, no need to rush now,
Tomorrow will do; or the day after.
The time spent strolling along My River,
No haste, time to get to know myself.
Time with our children and grandchildren,
So valuable, give them my time,
I have plenty to spare, for the important things,
Time will end for me before long
But it is a long way off.
Time is an experience to be cherished.
Time; my companion.
GoldiePoetry 