Brothers and sister,
strangers and friends,
like a sad smile on lips
- hope can be heavy.
Let us sit and talk,
of better times gone by,
of better times to come.
If you are weary -
lay your head on my broad shoulders,
and let the hope that built them,
cushion your hearts and minds.
When darkness descends,
I’ll light a candle,
to burn it away -
even the slightest flicker of flame,
can illuminate the way ahead.
Before you leave,
please share this embrace,
feel strength through unity,
and let that carry you onwards.
Return any time you wish,
you will always have a place here,
in my heart and in my soul,
I know that hope can be heavy
- but you don’t carry it alone.
Thanks for taking the time to read my poem today. I hope wherever you are, you are safe. Let our unity endure.
The platform is wet from last nights rain
but this morning
the sun has wove threads of gold
sewing itself to the soft cloud
a handful of people smile at tiny escaping strands of light
the look of hope on their faces
scores of others turn away looking down
cheekbones rigid with anguish
a reminder of the darkness in their life
and I’m people watching
wondering what type of person
will sit next to me on today’s journey.
Thanks for taking the time to read this poem. It’s my first piece of 2022, I’ve been mega busy.
Instead of sleep in the early hours I sit and listen to the siren song of the starlings and finches at four am they gather on the dew-kissed fencetops when the delicate new day is climbing from grey earth to sherbet-pink sky and I wonder what’s to come in the next 19 hours before my head hits the pillow because – although most days are the same – like the dawn chorus everyday is different.
Thanks for taking the time to read my poem. If you want to read more, please explore the site.
The encouragement of an ochre sunrise delivering the day subtly and slowly floods my soul with the sensation of contentment the belief of opportunity to live better than yesterday to improve our world through words and actions loving more and loathing less being kinder by choice not necessity.
And when the lipstick sunset kisses the sky i want it to be with passionate pride rather than pity and pain.
I hope you enjoyed reading this, if you did, you can check out my other pieces.