Spirituality

Poem 1051 – Dissonant

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Today the world has slightly shifted,
Been narrowly knocked from its usual axis.
The house displays your radiant colours:
Your coffee table books and cookware,
Folders arranged by family name,
And research papers by the ream.
But something’s off…
The kettle’s twisted, out of kilter,
Handle reaching to the right.
The clock beside the bed is dull,
No time, it says, the world stands still,
And while we wait, the mist has come
Meaning all is here and us and now.
I’m not ready for your folders
Yet, your summaries of our lives,
Lying along the bottom shelf.
Tomorrow maybe, if it comes?

After Mum’s death yesterday, everything is slightly surreal and different.
(01.11.16)

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Poem 1041 – The End

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At last the day is done!
But won? I don’t know, it’s seemed
A death by a thousand niggles.
The start that set the tone?
Ambushed by traffic lights!
A fight to get things done,
Last minute calls then some…
Who parked that Volvo there!
Beware if I find out…
I doubt you understand
But I could SHOUT!
And yet apocalyptic
Fun and food and traitors
Cap the day. I won.

It’s been one of the days until the end.
(22.10.26)

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Photo by Samuel Regan-Asante on Unsplash

Poem 1036 – These Stones

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Here angular arches stand, these ancient stones
That strive and stretch. Bare rock; arms steep and tall;
Grey faces faded; stained hard features smoothed
By time and tears. We softly talk then pause.
Eternal echoes ache and throb in endless
Coils that wrap around as gravity tolls
And eras interweave and inward fall.
Here all is altogether and one is all.

I’m currently reading Fiona Robertson’s ‘Stone Lands’ that explores the prehistoric monuments that stand scattered across our nation. I’ve always found such sites strangely magnetic and dense, as if they’re pins that pierce across the ages.
(17.10.26)

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Poem 1035 – Autumn Morning

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The alarm sounds, intruding the other world.
At first, resisting, I lie between two states,
An inhabitant of both and citizen of neither.
It’s dark, the autumn night still lingers.
Weary, I rise and stumble down the stairs,
Hiking into an undiscovered land.
Outside is not yet sharp, instead suggested,
An uncertain realm of possibility waiting
To be determined, sharpened by interaction.
I rub my eyes and seek to see the truth.
Slowly the darkness peels away
The spell of night is past, at last the day is come.

Waking today it was dark, the days are shortening.
(16.10.26)

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Photo by Lukasz Szmigiel on Unsplash

Poem 1025 – Harvest Hills

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Man-made mountain range
Tectonic plates surge upwards
Gratitude ridges

Another busy day with the foodbank, not just arranging parcels, but receiving so much food from our generous Borough. I don’t think I can lift another crate today, I’m totally exhausted but so grateful.
(06.10.26)

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Poem 1017 – Psalm 133

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I’ve often wondered about Aaron’s beard…

Was it full throttle ZZ Top
or something much more closely cropped?
A shaggy mop where birds could nest,
or neat coiffure for Sunday best?
Poirot curls or Viking plaits?
Something at home with a tricorn hat?

But this i know no matter how weird,
It’s a mass of hairs so closely adhered,
That although they’re different they appear,
To be a single glorious beard!

Enjoyed our Churches Together service tonight.
(28.09.26)

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Poem 1016 – When I’m Gone

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The world will still turn round each day,
The Sun and Moon will dance their dance,
Gravity will constant tug,
The tide flow in and then depart.

My absence will be soon forgotten,
Opinions once so clear will pass,
My footprints will all fade from sight,
And passions strong no longer last.

So what remains for me today,
When all is just a fleeting song?
Seeking to be a harmonious note,
Amongst the divergent musical throng.

Written whilst in the queue for The Globe. There’s something about standing here in London by the Thames that reminds me of our temporary nature as humans. So much has been here for far longer than I have and will continue long after I’m gone.
(27.09.26)

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