24 Poems ~ 24 Hours
Just realise I haven't told you anything about myself. But so excited about taking part, a bit I don't know what hasn't been following me since signing up. I contract as a post person, write a lot and just love to be alive doing all the things I like doing. Am a gran gran too and really proud about that fact. Cant wait to start but I have nothing to say,...
At this hour in time
Rain is pelleting down
warm tea is welcome
on an autumn night
At this hour in time
Snow behind the window
Light aglow on the tree
Presents in a row
At this hour in time
When the day grows long
Thanks to summer time
Evening lasts forever
At this hour in time
Ice cream dripping down
Clouds building up quick
summer is nearly gone.
From here to tomorrow,
the long journey taking us through the long dark night of the soul,
to wake in the morning just like every other morning,
to the first light of dawn.
This first dawn, the first light,
each morning we see it on waking and opening the blind,
we know it is there watching us and over us.
This reminder of things passed,
making us look at today
in that instant of the first light is the here and now.
This moment of time that makes who we are,
that first light that is us
the summary of what was before and what will be.
In this glimpse of light,
we see the eternal play that is our life,
we see the role we play now, we see the character we are,.
Eternity for ever and for every day,
That moment is our link to the story of eternal reality,
of the first breath,
of the first light.
I look into you eyes
And do you look at me?
No you avoid my eyes
you know what my eyes tell you.
Stronger than any word
ever invented,
nor written.
you know I look into your eyes with a deep longing,
a love so profound,
so true,
so real.
But you can’t acknowledge it,
you cant look at me
or I would see in your eyes the similar longing,
a want,
a profound need
to live today according to what our eyes show to us
and to the world.
But you say nothing
and look away.
And I make small talk till I am ready to walk away from you.
So I walk on this day
feel the ground under my feet.
At times my trousers get reminded of last night’s heavy rain.
The grass, the ground,
all is still wet.
And me barefoot
enjoying the wind in my hair.
My face collects the droplets of rain still clogged on the trees.
Looking out of the tent
before going to sleep .
I saw lightning flashing
across the sky.
No thunder just lightning,
The deep silence of the sky on fire.
And it reminded of the log fire in granma’s house
when I was child and I had just come back
from playing in the snow.