The Shine Journal

  

For Summer

 

When that first bluebell waves it's head,

when green breathes life into all that's dead

and longer days and birdsong wed

this is what I pine for.

 

When the earth is warm and the swallow flies

bats swoop and dance under crimson skies

and nature's carpet begins its rise

That is what I shine for.

 

 

As the Crow Flies

 

Have you ever watched the crows in spring?

Those common, dull birds on the wing?

Their random acrobatic ways

sum up perfectly my days.

 

No pattern forming, no straight flight.

Never simple, wrong or right.

Every spring I gaze above

and watch that stunning quest for love.

 

 

Farewell, so Long

 

Photo Art © by Carien van Hest

 

 

Why won't it stop ticking -

that old heart of yours?

Mine swells with love

as I long to press pause

 

and rewind to days

that passed with such haste

and led to this half-life

so bitterly laced

 

with pain when I see you

and when I don't, guilt

that scratches and nibbles

as I wish you weren't built

 

with such a strong body

yet weakened of mind.

My heart longs for freedom

from this heavy bind.

 

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BIO:

I spend my summers running a tea tent on the UK festival circuit, and the rest of the year writing poetry, songs, short stories and children's fiction, though I am unpublished so far. I am a member of writewords and also play bass guitar with folk band The Fork Handles (Captain Pugwash is God) In between times, I feed and love 3 children, a dog and a cat.

MOTIVATION:

 

   For Summer:  The festival season has now finished until next May. It's the look forward.

As the Crow Flies : I don't like to see things dismissed and ignored just because they're common.

Farewell, So Long: My Dad has advanced Alzheimer's and it's hard-really hard.