Life Inspired Poetry
My next book will be titled Life Inspired Poetry. It will be a collection of poems inspired by life, anything from nature to marriage and Christmas, I have endless ideas for section titles.
I've made a start by writing about spring and time.
SPRING AWAKES
Hidden from view daffodils softly sleep, but
Dark days grow lighter as winter wanes,
Beneath chilly soil sleepy daffodils stir,
Their green shoots reaching out for light and pale sunshine,
Stems lengthen as tight green buds grow plumper.
A faint hint of yellow becoming steadity brighter
'Til petals burst from their tight sheaths of captivity.
Unfurling and stretching they reveal nature's perfection.
A multitude of delicate daffodils dancing in a gentle breeze.
Boldly they herald the coming of spring,
A new year of renewed life, freshness,
Hope and the anticipation of warmer summer days to come.
A winter garden has awakened from its silent slumber
Bringing promise of colour, beauty, awe and endless wonder.
THE SPEED OF TIME
A child waits for Christmas, for birthdays,
With eager anticipation,
But time drags.
As age increases so does the speed of time
Our teens pass a little faster,
Our twenties pass too fast,
We're suddenly 30,
Then 40, then 50, then 60, then 70.
We long to hold back time,
To have more time,
But the speed of time travel faster
Until the years flash by consumed by time
80 comes unannounced, unexpected,
For some unwelcome.
We celebrate 90, 100 is honoured.
The speed of time unfettered, forever its own master,
Unbidden, unwanted just moves faster and faster.
HOPE OF A PLEASANT DRIVE
It dawned a glorious day with blue skies and sunshine
A rare treat in a February of relentless rain.
Time to enjoy two miles of driving, untaxing,
With roof down and soft music, so relaxing.
The pretty, narrow and winding road was clear,
But a quick glance in the mirror told differently, I fear.
The grill of a motorised monster I saw
Aggressively glaring back at me, t'was a four by four.
With limpet-like tenacity it hugged my bumper
As we lurched into potholes of infinite number
We snaked between cyclists, but still it was there
Then swerved to miss a bus, but it didn't seem to care.
At last came refuge from my malevolent hanger -on
When I turned into the gateway and relief, it was gone
But peace came too late, with my journey complete
Sunshine and blue skies had turned bittersweet.