hope

Advent Calendar Poem #19: Hope

The star on our tree
glints with pearlescence
a beacon of hope 
in the evening glow 
of the Christmas lights

Thanks for taking the time to read my poem today as part of the advent calendar. I hope your Monday has been successful!

Take It Easy

Paul

Advent Calendar Poem #10: Peace

Frosted rooftops glinting 
in the lazy     low winter sun 
tiny footprints of the blackbird 
stand frozen in time 
if only for a moment 
the chimneys sigh 
giving the milky blue sky 
its only clouds for the day 
the stillness feels safe 
the stillness feels peaceful 
the stillness feels hopeful.

I can’t believe it’s already December 10th. Only two more weeks worth of poems in this years advent calendar. Have you had chance to read many of the collection so far?

Have a fantastically festive weekend,

Paul

Treasure

The strawberry patch
  in full         bloom 
scarlet gems
ripe with summer’s flavour
under the dewy     heat 
of the sun
they are   temptation
a picture of beauty 
yet hide an    ugly truth
for the red jewels 
have hidden         chips and cracks
botched heists 
by starlings, swifts and finches
my treasure    lost 
for another 
         year.

Thanks for taking the time to read Treasure; I appreciate it. If you want to read more of my work, have a little wander around my site. Whatever you do, have a great day.

Take It Easy

Paul

Hope Can Be Heavy

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.

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Thanks for taking the time to read my poem today. I hope wherever you are, you are safe. Let our unity endure.

Thanks

Paul

The Commute

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.

Take It Easy

Paul

Birdsong

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.

Take it Easy

Paul

Encouragement

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.

Hope

I long for the day
when the apricot sunrise
looks at the world
and feels only pleasure
rather than pity.

I await the evening
when the blushing sunset
kisses the world
feeling satisfied
in place of sorrow.

I hope for the night
when the moon
illuminates our souls
the glow melting
her morose melancholy
so she can experience
the true warmth of love.