Response to the current situation
Expectations blown apart
Shattered plan lie like glass shards on the floor
In denial…….
Light at the end of the tunnel
Inspiration to go on
Eagerly awaiting the daily updates
News flash – no deaths today
Celebration of a step towards normal life
Expectations gradually pieced back together once more
Days lengthening; sun shining
All seems so normal
Isolation, social distancing for everyone’s sake
Surreal- is this really happening?
Yes – and we’ll get through it together
Stay safe, everyone
xx
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Piece by piece
Attention to detail
Testing times or timing the test?
Impatience not an option
Endeavour rewarded
Nearing completion
Congratulations abound
End goal achieved with endless patience
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Reflections of the past
Aspirations for the future
Inspiration for the present
Nurture for the soul
Beauty to the eye
Observations in a turbulent world
Wishes silently made.
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I dug into my poetry archives for this week’s blog. Been a while since I shared any…..
I Wonder When
When did he last hold me
And really feel me?
When did he last kiss me
And really taste me?
When did he last say “I love you”
And truly mean it?
When did he last make love to me
And relish in me?
When did he last listen to me
And even hear me?
I wonder when it was……..
Written 5th February 2010
(Image sourced via Google – credits to the owner)
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The Wrong Hand
A dozen deep pink roses
Their petals rich and velvety.
Their thorns sharp.
Roses given in theatrical jest.
Given in friendship.
No love in their giving- thank God.
Roses given by the wrong hand.
17/10/08
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Something a bit different for this week. It’s been a while since I shared any poetry, largely because most of them are too personal, too emotional, to share with a wider audience.
This photo was taken on the day at the beach that inspired the following poem a few years back. We arrived at Cape Henlopen, near Rehoboth DE, to a misty seashore. Having driven almost a hundred miles to get there, we were not about to be deprived of a day at the beach! Part way through the day I wandered off along the shoreline on my own and realised that the mist had closed round me like a cocoon. I couldn’t see another soul. I couldn’t hear another soul. All around me was the seabirds and the ocean….and for those few minutes while I sat on the sand and watched the waves roll in, it was bliss.
Private Bubble
As the mist rolls in from the ocean
Casting spirals around in the air
I watch the seabirds at play.
They rush out after each wave.
They run hell for leather as the waves rush in to snatch their feet.
They chatter and flutter.
The waves crash and glide.
The mist soundlessly swirls and drifts
Sand between my toes.
Damp misty warmth on my sun kissed skin.
Not another human in sight.
Contentment.
(originally written 10 Sep 2008)
A little deviation from the norm….
It’s been a while since I’ve written any poetry or added to the poems section of this blog but for one reason or another I’ve been reflecting a lot recently. It reminded me of this poetic effort from a while back. Even now, roughly five years later, it still rings true.
Hidden From Prying Eyes
Deep inside me
Hidden from prying eyes
Hides “me”.
The public “me”
Paints on the smile
And glides through the working day.
The mummy “me”
Offers cuddles and hugs
Showering my children in unconditional love.
The friend “me”
Is calm and loyal
Always there to support and assist
The real “me”
Stays hidden
Quiet emotional
Nervous and scared
Frightened she’s found by prying eyes.
(image sourced via Google- credits to the owner)
While I was out for a stroll in my lunch hour today, enjoying the beautiful spring sunshine, my mind was rapidly straying away from all thoughts of work towards this week’s blog post. A few potential topics drifted by but nothing was inspiring me. I stopped to watch the seabirds sitting out on the rocks at the mouth of the James Watt Dock but no inspirational thoughts came. (I did mutter under my breath yet again about how disobliging the cormorants were being – I am desperate to get a decent photograph of one of them drying its wings but, after more than a year of waiting and watching, I’m still waiting and watching for that shot!) A border of colourful spring flowers gave me a lovely photo for my Facebook wall but no blog thoughts. My ears were filled with music from my iPod but no flashes of inspiration from the tunes I was enjoying…. at least not thoughts I’m sharing on here!
Several hours later I drove home into the setting sun- a stunning sight as the sun set beyond the Argyll hills lighting up the sky with hues of red and orange. My mind was still thinking blog….. and then I remembered a poem I had written a while back.
The inspiration for it was a rock. A big long low red sandstone rock on the beach at Kilchattan Bay on the Isle of Bute. A rock I had played on for hours as a little girl during summer holidays and long autumn weekend visits. A rock that my imagination transformed into the setting for many make believe games. Something simple yet inspiring.
Perhaps today I was over thinking this post. Perhaps I was looking at the world with my eyes and ears shut, despite enjoying the sights and sounds around me. It’s made me think…..
Day In The Life Of A Rock
Soft rays of morning sun
Not quite reaching the shore
The rock sits in silence
Waiting for someone to come and explore.
Stomping and mumbling
A boy stamps along
Shells crushing under his angry feet.
The rock looms large
And his bleak mood shifts.
A submarine! All his!
The rock is transformed by his play til midday.
Hot afternoon sun beats down on the rock
Along comes a girl
In her pretty summer frock.
“My fairy castle!” she cries.
With a skip and a dance
She enters the fairy world
Totally entranced.
The rock is transformed by her play
Til her mother’s call breaks the spell.
The sun sets with a warm rosy glow.
I sit on the rock
Feeling it’s warmth rising inside me.
My space. My sanctuary.
My time to play
As the sun sinks down on another magical day
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My name is Coral and I’m a photo-holic. There I’ve confessed!
I never leave the house without a camera of some sort, invariably my phone. If I go for a walk I usually take at least two cameras. I can’t go for a walk – or anywhere for that matter- without constantly looking for that special photographic opportunity. It drives my family insane!
I love photographs both taking them and browsing leisurely through them. My personal 2013 creative challenge was to produce a Facebook photo album – 365 Days of 2013- featuring a different photo taken each day of the year using the camera on my phone for convenience. I was proud to complete it- first New Year’s resolution I’ve ever stuck to. As the year wore on I feel that the standard improved and I learned to look at the world around me in a different light. Now less than two weeks into January 2014 I’m missing taking my “photo of the day”.
It was only recently I discovered the true extent of my photo habit. I was fortunate enough to be given a new laptop for Christmas ( thank you Big Green Gummi Bear) and spent quite some considerable time transferring across nine years worth of digital images from my dying netbook.
Before the digital photography age I still shot more than my fair share of photographs. I must have spent a small fortune over the years on developing costs and photo albums. Do you remember the Doubleprint envelopes that fell out of Sunday supplements and were found on stands in airports? Truprint? Bonusprint? Yes- I’ve made good use of them all in my time. I loved the Doubleprint ones – a 6×4 image plus a wallet sized copy.
I have a tendency to be OCD about my photo albums too and have religiously chronicled my trips to the USA over the last ten years. When the munchkins were little I shot at least one roll of film a month- frequently more- and have memories their formative years stored in album after album. I’ve even wallet sized albums for the wallet sized copies from Doubleprint.
It was discovering one of these tiny albums of precious memories that inspired the poem below. (It was was also my first poem to make it into print)
Passing Childhood
Photos found at the back of the drawer.
What was I actually looking for?
A smiling toddler with white blonde hair
Fond memories swirl round in the air.
All the long years have now flown by
My white blonde boy no longer shy.
A smart young man who excels at school
Now facing a world that is his to rule.
And just how many digital images found their way onto my new pc?- 32356 to be exact and I treasure every last one.
Now where did I put my camera……
Coral McCallum 