closer to earth
nearer to heaven
my aching bones
the coldness of
an empty lap
old cat hairs
In twilight’s dank and odious arbour,
I look for solace among dead vines.
Their choking hands admit and harbour
Many lies from within their strands.
Too deathly pale the honey suckle rose,
Its pallid echoes breathe and gasp.
Its frown then holds me, and does suppose,
That I too, am often left to the cold.
I bite on rotten forbidden fruits,
Long forgotten and refused by time.
Frightening, but appetising are these shoots
They let me retch whilst savouring.
my dreams roam too far from me
trampling lush heather
Often in springtime
scents of favourite flowers
push back to winter
Walking though the world
hand in hand with nature’s woes
a cool breeze still blows
Privileged to touch
rough, wrinkled bodies of logs
reminds me of life
I’m using the run up to the holidays to ask friends for their support and ask if you would donate a small amount by using my donation button below (any country) or text BGON64 to 70070 (for those here in the UK) to give whatever you can (even the price of a solitary cuppa) to help Cancer Research and Breast Cancer Research. As a breast cancer survivor, I can sincerely say that your help is more than appreciated.
Cancer Research is not government funded and is responsible for a high percentage of the major breakthroughs we have seen to date. One of those drugs saved my life. Without you and me, those breakthroughs will not happen. Regardless of the amount or where you live in this world, your generosity will one day give the gift of life.
On the JustGiving page, you will find verification. It will also tell you all about my story, reasons and action plan I’ve used and for the foreseeable future. As you will read, I had a set back due to illness, but will be continuing and getting out there in 2019!
Thank you very much!
I’m apparently celebrating three years of WordPress, which also means, I am reminded of the reason for my blog and the bare, three years without my dad. But, please, when you find yourself there, do not despair; remember that life happens. It is what it is. Enjoy your life, regardless. I know he would be thrilled that I have embraced more than he ever saw as an inclination within me. I got married. I continued to write, became published, even became the activist in word and deed. He always saw that, but I did not.
I don’t have it in me at present to write. I could reblog, but for me, that doesn’t always matter. What does matter is that the souls of the young are not tarnished, not disillusioned by life in whatever form it manifests. I can just ask from experience that you – love it, live it, create, and be your best to help this world and those that inhabit it. We are ALL sentient beings with feelings. To that end, we must campaign, build a better life for us and those without a voice. We need to campaign, petition and nag our political parties to eradicate endless suffering of us and our animal counterparts. We should not be allowed to rule with impunity… simply because we can! Climate change is real as is death and taxes. Learn from it. Use it. If only to leave behind common decency.
Golden yellow cups
dressing the fields in harmony
soon drowned in water
Cotinus Young Lady-SmokeBush-writingasitcomes
Been gardening again… love this plant.
Strokes of moonlight smother
whispers of the smoke bush
wavering against twilight’s
while pondering the water,
pondering depth and death.
Subdued, hushed panicles warp,
inside black steel ripples
made by water splashed sedge warblers
flung across the sheen of bleak, black,
where streaks of my childhood run
wildly ‘til they bleed into the perfect wash –
disrupted only briefly by daubs of
my more morbid notions –
a thousand indigo butterflies
dotted like inky death
become pinned to the eerie flatness of water
and of life –
finally, my drowning memories
are absorbed by stagnant fluid –
the whispers are hushed in the black, dead air
where mosquitoes live instead,
and for the first time, I begin to thrive.
Just wondering at the miracle called LIFE .
Author River Dixon
poetry by Robert Ford
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