POETRY
in recent months i have stepped into writing poetry .
this is a natural extension of my artwork , it comes from the same place.
i used to write some time ago and i am enjoying using the written word again to express and share experiences . its about seeing the world from the heart ...
i will post a selection of poems here from time to time
sharing
take time for each reflection,
there's joy in meeting what you know,
no need to push
new growth comes from old roots
from rot ivy climbs to the sky,
tiny hazel leaves expand ineluctibly
one small flower can change a landscape
in spring the grass resumes its work
those weeny leaves will be bluebells
ancient presence stands beside modern ways
and some are marked for death
be vigilant
there is more space than you can imagine
napalm girl
She's still screaming down the years
trapped in that instant of agony and terror,
her very nakedness
pointing up the uniformed anonymity
of soldiers behind her,
two small cogs in the vast machine of war
but its her i remember
her howl that broke through
into my sunlit world
the other side of the globe
that woke me long enough
to learn a small something
about the ongoing throb and splinter
of the pain of war
as it flares again somewhere right now,
her agony reached my
body my thoughts my shattered reality
and could never be unheard again
her image impossible to spool back
and so despite my reluctance to engage
my broken heart reaches across the decades
to hers
in horror in shame
in gratitude for a terrible awakening
damselflies
pausing on the way to my studio
i am stopped
by a damselfly
whose undeniable blueness
comes to rest on
a leaf in front of me
i pay attention
and the garden opens out
a bumble bee
in hectic obeisance
softly places a burrowing nod
in each pink geranium blossom,
next to a crowd of rosebuds
just beginning
to relinquish themselves to the sun
the voices of growing ducklings on the pond
push with louder emphasis now
as their foraging hunger
displaces wider ripples
and again and again
my eye is led
by the brilliant blue lines
of the iridescent damselflies
purposeful and silent
cruising and stopping
floating and joining,
allowing a hole to widen
in the weave of my day,
feeding my soul
for when its my turn
to be busy.
found in Budapest
Center of the world at an affordable price.
Valid for one entry of one person.
Coffee by your choice. Feel yourself like home.
Throwing anything and jumping in the water
is strictly forbidden.
Please turn to our hostess with confidence.
Open your sandwich open your mind.
Love is all you need.
take time for each reflection,
there's joy in meeting what you know,
no need to push
new growth comes from old roots
from rot ivy climbs to the sky,
tiny hazel leaves expand ineluctibly
one small flower can change a landscape
in spring the grass resumes its work
those weeny leaves will be bluebells
ancient presence stands beside modern ways
and some are marked for death
be vigilant
there is more space than you can imagine
napalm girl
She's still screaming down the years
trapped in that instant of agony and terror,
her very nakedness
pointing up the uniformed anonymity
of soldiers behind her,
two small cogs in the vast machine of war
but its her i remember
her howl that broke through
into my sunlit world
the other side of the globe
that woke me long enough
to learn a small something
about the ongoing throb and splinter
of the pain of war
as it flares again somewhere right now,
her agony reached my
body my thoughts my shattered reality
and could never be unheard again
her image impossible to spool back
and so despite my reluctance to engage
my broken heart reaches across the decades
to hers
in horror in shame
in gratitude for a terrible awakening
damselflies
pausing on the way to my studio
i am stopped
by a damselfly
whose undeniable blueness
comes to rest on
a leaf in front of me
i pay attention
and the garden opens out
a bumble bee
in hectic obeisance
softly places a burrowing nod
in each pink geranium blossom,
next to a crowd of rosebuds
just beginning
to relinquish themselves to the sun
the voices of growing ducklings on the pond
push with louder emphasis now
as their foraging hunger
displaces wider ripples
and again and again
my eye is led
by the brilliant blue lines
of the iridescent damselflies
purposeful and silent
cruising and stopping
floating and joining,
allowing a hole to widen
in the weave of my day,
feeding my soul
for when its my turn
to be busy.
found in Budapest
Center of the world at an affordable price.
Valid for one entry of one person.
Coffee by your choice. Feel yourself like home.
Throwing anything and jumping in the water
is strictly forbidden.
Please turn to our hostess with confidence.
Open your sandwich open your mind.
Love is all you need.
