Each day, I stand upon the circle.
With gratitude, forever present. No thought, to yesterday or morrow. Just here, to witness lunar crescent. With orange, the dawn has broken. There’s dew, upon this carpet green. Sprinkled webs, still in the making. Spirit’s here, it already seems. On bended knee, a prayer is started. A prompt, once more to dance. Tobacco pouch, at the ready. To greet this day, with pure romance. Mayflies, hover on warm updraft. Wren, hops upon the fence. Blue Tits, in and out of boxes. Bees, buzz towards the scent. Golden shafts, draw me in connection. Stretching up, I peer to see. Beyond, I sense the black sun. My heart beats, to infinity. I call, upon the warrior. The nurturer and the child. Some days, it’s ever so stormy. Others, more benign and mild. There’s no change however, to this ritual. For I’m committed, to this path. A joy to perform, this spiral. With mirth and mirk, I bath. By Simon Blackler Copyright © Simon Blackler 2021 If you care to comment on this poem at all and the emotions that it brings up for you then please feel free to do so below.
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I’m grateful for the sunshine, I’m grateful for the rain.
I’m grateful for the trials of life, the pleasure and the pain. I’m grateful for this little bloom, of white and yellow flower. That brightens that of winter day, longest night and darkest hour. I’m grateful for its healthy spirit, that beams through muddied lawn. That keeps on growing, through wettest morn and that of coldest dawn. I’m grateful for the buzzard call, that soars on upward flight. Despite all the mocking crows, that tempt it into fight. I’m grateful for the faithful dog, with wagging tail and ball. That comes to lighten any mood, give joy and moment stall. I’m grateful for the ever present, for the time that’s here and now. For the chirp of raven rook, song of tit and moo of cow. I’m grateful for the traffic noise, the constant buzz of car. Distracting sounds from nature’s calm, stretching thought from near to far. I’m grateful for the passage by, of the tinkle of a bell. For the blue sky up above, for heaven joined with earth and hell. I’m grateful for the peace I find, of dropping into zone. At one with which is all around, I no longer feel alone. By Simon Blackler Copyright © Simon Blackler 2020 If you care to comment on this poem at all please feel free to do so below. |
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