Martin Shone's Blog, page 10

Sharp enough to bleed iron

is there a difference I often wonder you know whether it’s just my imagination – my fears or perhaps there is no difference between light and dark shadows appear inside my already gloom ridden castle whether or not my light is on the difference is paper thin. Sharp enough to bleed iron

Tea and bonsai

checked on the bonsai made tea walked under the greens said hello to ducks read till my arms began to admire the sun too much put away the book thought about getting a cat drank more tea meandered about love got lost in my own loneliness until I remembered I’m a hermit and solitude is … More Tea and bonsai

While waiting in line I talk to the trees

Is there anything more serene than seeing a baby blue sky resting upon a tree’s new green? I looked behind me while waiting in line and there were the trees splendid as always the old bodies the new welcomes I replied to their hello and they drew my soul in to the sound of their … More While waiting in line I talk to the trees

Wolves Sheff Utd Playoff Final Help needed.

Not poetry today but a request for help. I’ve finished my children’s novel and there’s a part where dad and son watch a football match on video tape in 2006. The match was played in 2003 and it was the Playoff Final between Wolverhampton Wanderers and Sheffield Utd. At the moment dad has videod the … More Wolves Sheff Utd Playoff Final Help needed.

the art of seeing

This welcome sunshine burns away thoughts of that sweet rain which washed away that radiant sunshine after it burnt away those morning mists which dampened spirits of those moonilt fields whose silence opened to breathe the stars as they themselves woke the might of time where it sparked imagination into being and that life there, … More the art of seeing

the soul of seeing

This welcome sunshine burns away thoughts of that sweet rain which washed away that radiant sunshine after it burnt away those morning mists which dampened spirits of those moonilt fields whose silence opened to breathe the stars as they themselves woke the might of time where it sparked imagination into being and that life there, … More the soul of seeing

Butterfly weather

~ Background photo by canva.com

We are such little things

A poem I wrote back in 2017 seems to be very much how things are today. ~ Could there be a time when kissing is outlawed when tactile pleasures are banned when the human race shall become a non-contact sport There are fears of contracting any one of these new found diseases or even the … More We are such little things

heartbeats and thoughts

breathing it echoes heartbeats and thoughts and solitude

Rainwater

With each step we write our lives with quills dipped in rainwater for as soon as it is written it fades under the glare of happiness or is washed away by storms of solitude The mere act of dipping is enough to send ripples along to the roots of Gaia’s smile where she drinks in … More Rainwater