Welcome to this week’s blogpost and I hope you’re having a great week. I’ll be honest with you my planned schedule changed and I was a bit stumped on what to post this week and then realised that I haven’t really shared my poetry with you for a while…so here it goes…I’ve chosen three poems from my collection Sunshine after Rain for you…enjoy!
Cold was the wind that carried through the airCOLD HANDS, WARM HEART
Hands tight, deep in layers to find
Warm as the jagged bruising weight of his
Heart cherished her sweet purple lips
Cold was the imagery of the shuddering hills
Hands grasping across in mockery of his
Warm but eroded, wounded love as a
Heart once smiled now twisted echoic
Cold was the glimmer of sweet bay and laurel
Hands pearly white, pearlier and pearliest
Warm but perplexed as inertia shrouds his
Heart with ecliptic night, indigo memories
Cold was the un-knowing slavish squint as
Hands pulled and groped and lingered
Warm on teared eyes with rivulets as her
Heart traced his frown, an avalanche of agape
Cold was the hope soaked crimson
Hands reaching out to assure, to herald
Warm the lame, heretofore perish not
Heart lengthened, impressed strong as she
WHAT WILL BE WILL BE
Tears running salty down my face
Worrying about tomorrow
I don’t think I can cope
Faltering, walking a tight rope
I look down into an abyss
A mass of crashing waves and rocks
Nothingness strangles my wavering control
Suffocates my breathing, my soul
When all I see is more stress and sorrow
There’s no point in hiding
Who do I turn to? Where do I run?
My life is no longer fun
I close my tired eyes, I feel an angel
She strokes my face and wipes my tears
And I know as her serenity envelopes me
That what will be will be.
So I wipe my tears and paint a smile
I’m here right now with a happy heart
I cannot change a thing it’s taken a while to see
But now I choose my here and now, to be free.
EVERY CLOUD HAS A SILVER LINING
Every time she looked at the sky
She wondered where the fluffy puffs came from
Did her mother tell her a lie?
Cloud after cloud appeared, shapeless shapes
Grey and white and all the shades in between
Swags and tails of flowing drapes
Has the sun disappeared for good?
Will it find its way over or under or through?
She hoped and dreamed it would
A shift in the coolest lightest breeze
She looks up, drifting cirrus high and cumulus low
A family moving in unison she sees
Silver she spies at the periphery of each
A shining edge, a lace hem, a gilded throne
A glow of orange, of lemon, of peach
Lining the blue as if true to her pining
She realises her mother was right
Every cloud has a silver lining
My collection of poetry is currently available in a Kindle downloadable format exclusively from Amazon. Here is the link to Sunshine after Rain. I hope you’ll enjoy the collection which is available for free on KindleUnlimited or for 0.99 on Kindle.
And thank you for reading! Big hug and much love, Soulla x