We’d like to show the side of the world you don’t normally see on television.
Summers consist of
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
gold, and red.
In winter, the trees are slender,
with a stark, grey-brown beauty:
yet able to endure
the harsh frosts of the season.
And, throughout the seasons,
a concrete universe -
so they mark out their potential
victims, with orange spots.
The letters to local residents are headed:
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.
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
We are weaving our intricate tapestry
of light -
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.
My latest poetry eBook can now be downloaded free of charge:
Peace and blessings,
Posted on August 21, 2012 at 6:35am
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: http://paulapuddephatt.tripod.com/poetry or/and www.paulapoems.blogspot.com where you can read much more of my work.
Blessings to you all! xxx
Posted on February 27, 2012 at 7:51am
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…Continue
Posted on February 27, 2012 at 7:47am
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
Posted on February 27, 2012 at 7:30am
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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!
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
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