Architects of a New Dawn

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Paula Puddephatt
  • 50, Female
  • Basingstoke, Hampshire
  • United Kingdom
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A selection of my poetry is included below. Please also visit: or/and

Lime Trees

Summers consist of
peridot mornings,
and emerald afternoons.
The trees filter the sunlight -
so often saving me from
those headaches, which might have
mutated, evolved into migraines.

By autumn, the leaves have changed colour:
a poet's palette of
amber, copper,
gold, and red.

In winter, the trees are slender,
with a stark, grey-brown beauty:
looking fragile,
yet able to endure
the harsh frosts of the season.

And, throughout the seasons,
"they" plot.
They want
a concrete universe -
so they mark out their potential
victims, with orange spots.

The letters to local residents are headed:
"Implementation of
Environmental Improvements".

Yet, trees can bleed.
Scenes of carnage seal the deal.
They win; we lose.
So much wildlife, instantly evicted.

Fluorescent yellow workmen circle tree stumps,
inspecting their day's work -
before going for "a pint",
and home for tea.

Spring is cancelled.


Aerodynamic angels
Of the ocean,
Whose graceful motion
Entrances and enchants -

Your collective "spirit"
With my own,
In sacred waters.


Prayer perfumes the air.
Late into the night,
we are raising the rhythms
of spirituality.
We are weaving our intricate tapestry
of light -
dreams swirling
around in our brains,
and visions transcending
the "truths" that we once
thought we knew.

A Certain Stillness

At the very centre of our silence,
I listen to the orchestra of angels,
and a certain stillness seems to
enter, deep inside of me.

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Poetry eBook

My latest poetry eBook can now be downloaded free of charge:

Peace and blessings,

Paula. x

Posted on August 21, 2012 at 6:35am

Poetry eBooks

Those of you who enjoy poetry might be interested to know that I have recently published two eBooks, via Lulu.  Both are free to download.  :-)



Posted on August 17, 2012 at 8:30am


I have added a couple of my poems to this site, as blog posts.  I hope to add more in the future.  Please also visit: or/and where you can read much more of my work.


Blessings to you all! xxx

Posted on February 27, 2012 at 7:51am

"Almost Safe"

Almost safe inside my sanctuary -

it's not that I'm afraid of solitude.

Yes, there is loneliness, but why delude

myself?  In my heart, I must stay wary.


People will hurt you once your guard is down.

Hurt upon hurt - it gets hard to repair.

Still, I find that, in the end, I do care.

With no lifebelt, I fear that I might drown.


I just don't know the answers anymore -

as if I ever did.  Does…


Posted on February 27, 2012 at 7:47am

"Pastel Shades"

Hope sometimes comes to us

in pastel shades.

It isn't always


black or white,

or even grey.

I feel that hope,

when needed most,

will often be

revealed in

pastel shades.

Posted on February 27, 2012 at 7:30am

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At 8:01am on February 27, 2012, cindy paulos said…

Aloha from Maui,

Thanks so much, You know this writing is a gift and I love to share, so it means a lot to have anyone read it and take the time to respond!



At 7:26am on September 27, 2009, Cindy said…

At 8:23am on June 29, 2009, NAE said…
Paula, Thank for your beautiful gift!...You have a beautiful week...Nae
At 9:06am on June 4, 2009, The Ancient One said…
From Blossoms

From blossoms comes
this brown paper bag of peaches
we bought from the boy
at the bend in the road where we turned toward
signs painted Peaches.

From laden boughs, from hands,
from sweet fellowship in the bins,
comes nectar at the roadside, succulent
peaches we devour, dusty skin and all,
comes the familiar dust of summer, dust we eat.

O, to take what we love inside,
to carry within us an orchard, to eat
not only the skin, but the shade,
not only the sugar, but the days, to hold
the fruit in our hands, adore it, then bite into
the round jubilance of peach.

There are days we live
as if death were nowhere
in the background; from joy
to joy to joy, from wing to wing,
from blossom to blossom to
impossible blossom, to sweet impossible blossom.

- Li-Young Lee
At 7:06am on April 21, 2009, Silja Saareoks-Kaldre said…
Dear Paula, thank you for joining the group and I'd be really happy if you share your experiences and thoughts with us. Much love and blessings for you!

At 2:03am on April 21, 2009, LLOYD said…
Hi Paula,'s your day ?

"Thanks for your recent support re my song,..e-mail,..& the recent blogg,...

It's quite daunting to begin a quest of such personal,..& powerful energy,... any help goes a long way !

Please feel free to put others on to this subject,..& to hand out my details,..
If you know of anyone who can help,..& of anyone in the ' media' Radio, TV etc,..then please hook me up .

My warm wishes come with this message .

Lloyd *
At 11:33am on April 20, 2009, Charly Hill said…
Welcome, Paula, and thank you for the offer of friendship.
May you be well,


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