Posts Tagged ‘life’

the moors and fells allow me to
forget about reality as i immerse
myself in their natural beauty
feeling their watery vines creep
into my shoes, getting under my
socks, penetrating my skin with
their icy cold fingers, letting me
become a part of the moors,
hearing their voices through my
skin, feeling the breath of the
moors in my soul as it gives me
life where previously i had none

i realise

Posted: March 18, 2020 in Uncategorized
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it had gone, gone a long time ago
i can’t remember how it went or why
but i knew it had gone, i thought
forever, till you came and opened
my door, took me outside, poured
water on my dry skin, watched it
flow down the cracks in my face,
filling them with life and watched
me smile for the first time in years
as i remembered who i was, became
aware that i was still breathing
and realised that i had a life to live


Posted: March 11, 2020 in Uncategorized
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you died, you sat there and died
in front of me, eyes open, staring
into space, mouth agape, colour
draining from your skin, a lifetime
of stories falling to the floor, your
lips arid and dry, unable to pick
them up. i saw the sun glint off a
tear and i had hope. i got some
water, poured it down your ice
cold throat, heard it drop into your
stomach and watched as the letters
lifted off the floor, ready for you to
tell your stories again

sunlight on rain
reflects hundreds
of years of sweat
and toil of cloth
traders travelling
mile after mile
to make a pittance,
market traders waiting
all day for someone
to buy something,
anything, so they can
pay the rent. people
coming to lunch to
escape the office
for an hour returning
in the evening for
a G & T and a concert.
images merge in rain,
reflected back to the
sky a jigsaw of life

this water tastes of
barren, bleak moorland
of sheep sheltering from
hail, rain, snow and sleet,
of the footsteps of the
Brontes their words pouring
down cloughs into rivers
and streams creating
puddles of books that
glisten in the rain.
this water tastes of
farmers wellingtons
smelling of cows
of hikers boots
telling tales of
hill and dale
the flimsy shoes of
fellrunners feet wet
through from the marshes.
this water tastes of
sweat, pain and tears
from those who have
traversed these moors
long ago selling cloth
to traders and merchants.
this water tastes of life,
the lives of everyone
and everything that has
crossed over the paths
and heather that cover
this moors. this water
is the life blood of the
moors feeding its soul
and spirit and allowing
life to flourish and survive

tomorrow land

Posted: January 22, 2020 in poetry, Uncategorized
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a land we dream of
in sweaty anticipation
of what we will and
will not do planning
our escape from the
monotony of our reality
never realising that
tomorrow land is a
place we will never
get to visit or see
tomorrow land is just
beyond the end of
our fingertips almost
within reach but as
far away as the land
of Xanadu

It’s May 2001. I’m feeling down, depressed. I go to the doctors for help for support. ‘What do you want me to do?’ ask my doctor. I sit there in shock. What do I do? What do I say? I leave with a box of tablets. Take these and don’t bother me again is the message I get. Go and sort yourself out.

calling stars

Posted: January 3, 2020 in poetry, Uncategorized
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stars called to them
guiding them over
bleak, black moors
back to warmth and life

melting snowflake

Posted: December 18, 2019 in poetry, Uncategorized
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a flake of snow
falls under the winter
sun slowly dropping from
the cold tree branch
a baby is born
a mother dies
a president is elected
a tyrant deposed
lovers meet in secret
a couple divorce
a god is worshipped
a forgotten religion dies
people play football
others watch a film
riots in the city
walks on the moors
footprints on the moon
a man never leaves his home
the snowflake hits the
ground and melts away

ice heart

Posted: December 11, 2019 in poetry, Uncategorized
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At my poetry writing group last night the theme was ice. This poem started off as one thing and ended up as something else. One of those poems that just happened and went where it wanted to. I was just the messenger writing it.

my heart is as white
as the purest ice
warm blood flows in
turning to a pillar of ice
slowly moving through my
heart like a glacier
creating a valley
from the hardest stone
sometimes the ice snaps
off causing my heart
to jump as if hit
by a heavyweight boxer
before settling back to
its imperceptible movement
that i barely notice
a heart rate that barely
registers as my breathing
slows down i’m showing
no signs of life
except an icy cold
glint in my eye