Martin Shone's Blog, page 14

Drowning sorrow

What is it but a drowning sorrowas the sky weeps its release What is it but a chilling fearas winds scour the earth What is it but silent heartbeatsas snowflakes settle one by one, by one What is it but a waitingan apprehension of thoughta waiting of agesoon to be lit It is thisthis very … More Drowning sorrow

Time

Sitting here watching a spider as it’s being blown by the wind while continually building its web. It falls againt my window, gets blown about and dangles but time and again it carries on its repairs. It’s a thing they do and not just the spiders but all those creatures out there. They just do … More Time

An echo breathing

Magic arrives when it’s needed. This message is ready for the fewfor those soulsbereft of the beautywe sometimes take for granted. The beauty, of course, is not physicalbut those things we feeland emitwithout and within it is that echobreathing, touching, vibratingit is that echo. Sometimes a sadness overshadowsa loneliness beginsa feeling of loss is foundand … More An echo breathing

Wandering Spirits

This drum, drum, drumming oh so gentle within us … an echo breathing This subtle fire deep within bleeds its life story giving our souls reasons to breathe This chance to dance within light is born when we smile … an echo breathing Love within us … an echo breathing

Hold the light

Hold the lightof your own beliefwithin youand let others do the same Peace comes only from freedom ~ (from Being Human: Little Thoughts of Life, Nature, Peace, Freedom & Love)

Cocoon

In this cocoonI shield myselffrom both darkness and the light I shrink awayfrom all those, thingswhich suffer me to sight I close my heartmy desires toofor what reasons I cannot say I know your eyesI’ve felt your heartbut here inside is a monstrous fay A dewy rose of innocenceyour soul of shade and shinetempts this … More Cocoon

The greater good

“It is within the sun.” This moment of light shonethrough my windowbranding itself upon my feelings,as a kiss lends itself to love. How that moment surprised mefor I, bedraggled as I am,am blind to loveand the tenderness it shows. This dying unkissed breath beneaththe vapours of the sun’s lightasks only one questionexpecting no answer. If … More The greater good

If my heart was not a poem

How the thought of your warmth warms my bones, though it is only a dream. Were it real … Choral echoes reach deep as clouds allow the blue to peep where rain such cold rain once ruled the skies. These choral echoes float along as memory to raise the dead and bring about the warmth … More If my heart was not a poem

Naked as a petal

Dawn’s mooncold lightnaked, up therethroughout the morningbarely visiblebarley movingsilentpalest bluepalest grey Dawn’s moonmeadow skynakedas a petal

Fire

Some say the burn is necessarybut I beg to differ. Those rising feelingswhen someone is on your mind.Do they really mean to be thereor are they an excess of Dickens’s cheese? Will you wake to find the burnhas melted your toasted thoughtsto reveal nothing but a corruptionof moldy imagination? Of course there is that smileand … More Fire