Posts Tagged ‘Nature’


i left the angles and corners
of urban life behind and headed
for the non-conforming
hills and fields beyond
lined with tree roots, streams,
boulders and valleys, places the
ancients lived and worshipped in
so many shapes in one place
my senses at once rewilded
coming alive in ways
i had long forgotten
the urban sprawl was a
very different place
when i returned home


my mother and father
would plant vegetables and flowers
digging through different
shades of mud and clay
dull blubs produced
colourful vetetables
tiny seeds
flowers of beauty
my mother and father
planted all the colours
of the earth
reproduced them
in all their splendour
how i wish
i could go back
learn from them
reproduce nature
as they once did


This is a poem I wrote at Igniting the Spark on Tuesday and is my first poem for possibly a year and marks a welcome return to Igniting the Spark. The inspiration came from the amazing Gaia Holmes and was centred on selfies and sculptures and I thought about what I see in nature and what if that represented a selfie of me.

i stop to look at the tree
this tree standing out
from all the others in the wood
it stares back at me
a crazy maze of textured
ridges, valleys and trails
emerging from the bark
converging to make a shape
i slowly recognise a face
it’s my face, it’s me
carved in bark over centuries
waiting for me to by
stop and look and see me
a selfie in bark
that must have been growing
before i was born
did it know i would
come by and see me
or was it just luck


There used to be more here
More walls of stone
More roofs of slate
More paths to walk
More noise from looms
More people coming into the valley
And then we had more water
More brought less
Less people, less looms, less noise, less stones
But less can be more
Now there is more trees, more plants
More insects, more birds
More peace and tranquillity
Sometimes less seems more
It all depends how you look at it


nobody sees us
we move unseen
through blades of grass
roots of trees, nettles and reeds

nobody stops us
we move swiftly, silently,
effortlessly on currents of air
unseen by humans

nobody betrays us
we are friends with everyone
we care about everyone
we love everyone

we move the small grains
so they can grow anew
replenishing the earth
replacing what man has destroyed

you will never see or hear us
we live in the shadows, in the dark
taking care of nature
so you don’t have too…


last week it was warm and dry
no wind, no rain, no mud
i ran free, i ran with ease
leaping over rocks
flying down embankments
soaring over hills
splashing through streams

today my feet are wet and cold
covered in mud, heavy to move
running is slow as i fight the elements
wind rips the skin away from my face
the cold penetrates my clothes
laughing at my futile attempts
to keep it out

in a week summer has gone
and autumn has arrived

blue replaced with endless greys
clear skies with threatening darkness
dry, hard trails are now
thick with layers of mud
puddles litter the paths
leaves dance in the wind
as the autumnal opera begins


Two haiku poems written after a long run on the moors last week. One reflects the point my leg disappeared down a bog and the other the long climb from Ponden Reservoir back up to Alcomden Stones.

 

earth sucks me in

body goes back to nature

grey sky turns blue

 

tarmac turns to gravel

turns to grass, turns to mud

i live amongst reeds

 


it is cold and dark

street lights struggle

to penetrate thick mist

suspended in animation

i am warm

a passionate burning fire

flowing through

a cave of ice

one foot follows the other

pulsating red hot rods

of energy transformed into power

through sinew and muscle

creating a sense

of togetherness

a feeling of being at one

with soul and nature

mind and body

in effortless motion

as i appreciate

the simply act

of being able to run

free

 


my mother and father

would plant vegetables and flowers

in the garden or the allotment

anywhere where earth could be dug

digging through different

shades of mud and clay

planting dull, drab bulbs

that transform into colourful

shapely vegetables too good to eat

tiny seeds left deep underground

turn into flowers creating a paradise

in a corner of nowhere

my mother and father

planted all the colours

seen on earth and beyond

reproducing them perfectly

as nature intended

how i wish i could go back

and watch them dig and plant

all those bulbs and seeds

and learn from their gardening ways

and reproduce nature

as they once did…


I had a really good run today. Not fast nor a long distance but good just for the sake of running and getting out into the countryside away from civilisation and this world we live in that seemingly never stops and just goes on and on constantly. And this got me thinking about why I run. The inspiration for this line of thought came from a blog I read from Helen Mort who also wrote about why she runs.

There are many, many reasons why different people run and all of them are valid. Some people run to lose weight and get fit, others to race and be seen as a winner and for some it will be the chance to show they are the fastest in a race, over a distance or if they are on Strava over a particular segment.

But for me and I hope for many others it is the sure pleasure running gives you in getting away from the seemingly endless and constant barrage of images, noises, words and much more that bombard so many people every hour of every day. Running for me provides a means of escapism from a world in which the avenues of escape seem to be reducing all the time.

For myself too living with the condition Asperger’s Syndrome a form of autism, running gives me a chance to clear my mind of all the thoughts and ideas that conspire to overwhelm my mind all the time in addition to everything else the world throws at me. Running enables me to start afresh with a clear mind free from clutter.

Today was a very good example of this. I am lucky to live where I do on the doorstep so to speak of the countryside. The opportunities for me to go on a run and get away from it all are endless. The only limit is my imagination for thinking up routes and my body which is getting on a bit now!

So today I set off with a route in mind and for once followed it. along the main road then left down a long road, one half houses the other half fields. At the bottom of this road I turned right down a short road and then right again past a farmhouse and onto some nice single track trail heading down into the woods.

And it’s going down into the woods that my mind begins to clear, thoughts disappear as I concentrate on where I’m going looking out for loose stones, tree stumps and wet mud picking the best path down the trail, running as natural as can be, running for pleasure and no other reason.

For me it’s a very uplifting feeling running along paths made by nature under a canopy of green leaves and brown branches through which a strong sun tries to shine rays of light. This is where I feel at one with the world and with myself. No computers, no television, no radio and certainly no mobile phone. Nothing to distract me from the pleasure of running.

My mind is clear and free not overwhelmed by thoughts of what I should and should not be doing, who I should talk to and who I should not, who I should have in life and who I should not and so much more that occupies my mind in this every increasingly complex world I sometimes struggle with.

The Japanese have a phrase for this Shinrin-yoku which translates as forest bathing. This is the practice of wandering the trails of the forest, taking in the natural beauty and feeling at one with nature. This has a calming and relaxing effect on your whole wellbeing and this is why I run and why I ran today through the woods. To find peace with the world and myself until the next time I am overwhelmed and go for another calming and relaxing run through the woods.