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Holding Hands

It happens so seldom

Despite my inner need and desire

A simple connection discarded along the way.

Then out of the blue you reached out

Walking down a quiet Paris street

Eiffel Tower in our sights.

You slipped your hand into mine

Your skin cool to the touch

That simple gesture touching my heart.

Woman – an acrostic poem for International Women’s Day

Who am I?

Or who do you think I am?

Meandering through life

Achieving quiet recognition as I go

Now comfortable in my own skin.

Meandering (an acrostic poem)

Mentally recharging the batteries

Emotionally clearing the clouds

And releasing all the pain

No set destination or direction

Drawn by the lure of the shore

Enchanted by the energy of the river

Rhythmic waves soothing the soul

Isolated from the wider world

Nothing and no one to disturb the daydreams

Grateful to have made it through another day.

Butterfly – an acrostic poem

Balanced on the smallest of blooms

Unique in her beauty

Trusting of the world around her

Terrified of what the future holds

Excited to feel free in the evening sun

Relieved that the rain showers have passed

Fragile to those to care to look closely

Lost on life’s journey

Yearning for something as yet unknown

Autumn – an acrostic poem

Autumn colours swathe the world

Uncertain times still upon us

Time for resilience

Unknowns…so many unknowns lie ahead

More than I care to contemplate

Now to watch and wait to see what Autumn brings

Resilience (an acrostic poem)

resilience

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

 

 

 

 

Fleeting Rainbows

 

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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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Poetry or Art or a Bit of Both……

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What goes around comes around…… a proverb that you are more than likely familiar with.

Sometimes poetry also goes around. I’ve experimented with “mandala” poems on and off for a number of years.

“Mandala” is the Sanskrit word for circle. It can be defined in two ways:

Externally, it can be a visual representation of the world or universe.

Internally, it can act as a meditation guide.

Mandalas, often extremely ornate mandalas, are objects of devotion in Tantric Hindu and in Tantric Buddhism. They remain popular in countries like Nepal and Tibet.

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(ignore the ghostly hand in the photo- that mandala may be beautiful but it is  a nightmare to try to photograph!)

Carl Jung, the renowned Swiss analytical psychologist re-introduced mandalas to the West from a different perspective:

“I sketched every morning in a notebook a small circular drawing…which seemed to correspond to my inner situation at the time…only gradually did I discover what the mandala really is….. the Self, the wholeness of personality which if all goes well is harmonious.”                                Carl Jung, Memories Dreams Reflections

Jung recognised that the desire to create mandalas  occurs during moments of personal growth or reflection.

Creating mandalas is also a fun,  highly visual way to introduce poetry to both younger and older children.

Sometimes, even as an adult, you need to channel that inner poetic child.

 

 

I Wonder When

I dug into my poetry archives for this week’s blog. Been a while since I shared any…..

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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)