It has been a long time since I last visited my blog , nearly 3 months!
The reason for this is I have been busy painting... Please look at my watercolours on my 'Paintings' page and if you like them, there are...
Newcastle Cemetry November 2022
Finished and off to the publishers...
My second poetry book includes poems written mainly since November 2019, some of which have been written on my blog below...
There have been many 'moments,' and 'memories' inspired by the many walks during lockdown and my emotional outbursts. Like many others, I struggled to cope with Covid 19 and the rules.
More positive memories are included, from the last 20 years, including my travels to Asia.
You can enjoy them all soon...
These strange emotional times have inspired my poetry.
I will be sharing a selection of my poems, for the next few weeks.
This week's poem, inspired by my grandaughter...
A Child’s Play
Peek a boo, where are you?
I’m hiding by the tree,
I’m hiding just behind the door,
Calling, “Come, find me!”
Splashing with a paint brush,
The paper’s getting wet,
A fish, A star, a flower,
I haven’t fathomed yet.
I’m climbing through a tunnel,
And falling over balls,
Through and up and over,
Until my mother calls.
Delighted by the colours,
The shapes that rise and fall,
Isn’t fun and playtime,
Just the best for someone small.
Week beginning 5th July...
The day’s unsettled appearance, providing rain again.
A wet covering forming, across the garden paving.
Petals drip weakly, against the shower’s persistence.
The roots reach out, refreshed, establishing their existence.
And then the darkened clouds begin to move and subside,
For the whiter wisps that come through and slowly step aside,
To show the timid blue as the sun’s heat is peeping,
Through the lighter moving clouds where brightness is creeping.
The sun arrives to lighten the darkened drizzling mood,
The fracture in the cloud provides a sweet, warm interlude.
A tempting silent moment, suggesting a summer’s day,
Far too brief to capture, as clouds turn white to grey.
They bring another shower, to drench each plant, each tree,
The changing sky unsettled and troubled just like me.
Last week's poem...
Social Media Frenzy
"Words taken out of context,
Repeating, ranting, rambling.
Without detailed explanations.
Voices of blame in angered frustration,
Frenzied fingers typing taunting jibes,
To vent the anger that grows inside."
"Rosie laid back quietly in the sun, the flapping wings of pigeons hidden in the branches at the bottom of the garden, disturbing the calm momentarily..."
Obviously open to change!
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I am so excited to have received my copies through the post. Thank you to those at The Self-Publishing Partnership.
Please order your copy now and if you enjoy it, I hope you will write a review on here or on the Amazon site. I would be grateful for any 'Shares' or 'Likes' to promote it, on social media.
Thank you. Happy reading!
Although my main medium is oil on canvas, I've been having a go at watercolour and have been thoroughly enjoying it!