 A pheasant breaks cover, just above my head.
A clapping of wings, stopping me dead. Like an arrow he flies, to the other wood bank. I'm distracted, I pause, to him I must thank. For now I've switched over, into the mystery I sink. As the elements conspire, to make me just think. The sunshine emblazons, autumn's fiery red hues. No wind in this valley, to disrupt the clear views. The earth starts to sing to me, its melodic song. The water in front of me, a mirror, where I belong. I'm in awe and in wonder, of the path of liquid gold. Moving incrementally down river, the story unfolds. Two swans glide so serenely, across the mill pond. Creating ripples of silver, to which I'm most fond. My breath is now taken, my heart in my mouth. My chest gripped in tension, my soul shifts South. I'm encouraged to release, to let my spirit drop. To dive into the deep, let my thoughts go plop. There's just me and this stillness, not to be afraid. Just to witness the telling, the act to be played. For now in the emptiness, a brilliance is filled. A flash of orange and turquoise, my whole being is thrilled. For there in the moment, a kingfisher flies forth. Not one but there's two now, connection true North. I'm in rapture, enthralled, in bliss, pure joy. At one with my surroundings, in heaven, oh boy! 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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 Lament there is apparent, of a bloom that’s here and gone.
Opportunity that has been lost, of petals now are none. Time is of the ebbing, minutes sped past so very few. I’m left reminiscing, of mere seconds spent with you. I travel near, I voyage far, for one more tiny glimpse. Can’t bear the thought of another year, without your scent or sense. My heart lifts just one final notch, when at last you come to view. A solitary head upon a single stem, to you I must ensue. A flower of rare beauty, a floret of such gem. I think about you daily, with that special type of chem. I dream upon the hour, where united we are once more. Where my pulse can beat a pace, back on cue for sure. If I am to think another thought, to keep you in my mind. Wishing that I’d seized the day, when there was more of you and kind. I long for your return, when passion is forever here. Where to you I can pledge my trust, and little of my fear. Such a catalyst you are, of enthusiasm and fervent. To live each moment as if my last, without question of repent. Walking with you hand in hand, apathy a thing of the past. Carpé diem with the Wild Rose, love unbridled and very fast. 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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