Samantha Beardon's Blog, page 23
June 6, 2018
Words of Love
Words of love often suppressed
Kindness taken for granted, unexpressed
Presumption of thoughts, norms and dreams
Seems we no longer talk of schemes
Drifting along feather light
Lack of communication, lack of fight
We need to look closely, see the whole
Clean the windows, throw light on the soul
View, the other objectively, eschew control
Words of love often suppressed
Feelings of love only a guest
Are doors locked tight, welded shut
Will we live our lives, forever undercut
Viewing each other from a place unexposed
Not pushing the gate for a loving repose
Words of love often unexpressed
Relationship sunk into mindlessness
Samantha Beardon ©
June 3, 2018
May 28, 2018
May 26, 2018
Poetry group.
Poets I am running a poetry group on facebook called Rising Moon Poetry. There are some great poets, we are trying different things like some poetry workshops, poetry discussion, critique and discussion of each others work. We want a lively cohort of poets to explore poetry as well as write it. Why not join us?
What makes?
What makes you smile?
Is it sometimes naughty?
or is it more pc
like high and haughty?
secret pleasure
or a combination of things
that tickle your fancy?
Make life zing
what sort of humour
makes you belly laugh?
what makes you grin?
what makes you smile?
when do you cackle
without guile?
what about the giggle, guffaw, te he he?
Do you ever sound like a jackal
snort and wheeze?
Expressions of humour happiness and glee
different drivers is what we see.
May 24, 2018
Duality
From a prompt Love tastes like …..
Duality
My Love feels like
I am wrapped
in a warm fluffy blanket
Safe sheltered succoured
My love can feel like
an icy draft stinging my eyes
Adding goosebumps to my skin
If the blanket slips
My love tastes like
Smooth and mellow chocolate
Sweet and melting on the tongue
sometimes lemon, almond and salty
My love can taste like
Pepper, mustard and vinegar mixed
harsh on the tongue bad for the stomach
Sometimes it tastes of chilli and spice – heated
My love sounds like
A celestial choir
Dr Hook at full volume
A playlist of romantic duets
My love can sound like
a child learning the recorder
An errant burglar alarm
The dawn chorus
My love is balanced between pleasure and pain
Cloud character
Cumulus clouds from which I coalesced
Creative spark the rhyme suggests
Pulling the magical strands from the air
Fashioning it, into sinews and hair.
Cumulonimbus prestiging stormy cries
Creating fiction, no compromise
Awaiting the lightening bolt to strike
Harnessing its energy, waiting to write.
Comulus clouds from which I coalesced
Character drawn from ether, feeling distressed
Walking the clouds, light as thistledown
Focus unclear, staying up or falling clown.
Cumulonimbus prestiging stormy cries
Classic tale or dystopian lies
Boxing the thunder grabbing the sparks
Maybe to underline, the unorthodox.
Head in the clouds is where they seem to be
The author’s misty figure is not what you see.
I also wrote this in a more free verse style which do you prefer?
Cumulus clouds from which coalesced
The creative spark in rhyme, or yet
Pulling magical strands from the air
Fashioning it, into words not pairs.
Cumulonimbus prestiging stormy cries
Shout till hoarse, new Virgin lines
Await the lightening bolt to strike
Harness its energy, burn to write.
Comulus clouds from which I coalesced
Character drawn from ether – underscore
Walking the clouds, light as gossamer thread
Balance hard, focus unclear.
Cumulonimbus prestiging stormy sighs
Classic verse, free wheeling style – form
Box the thunder grab the sparks
Might underline, the unorthodox.
Poetry in the clouds is where it seems to be
The poets’s misty figure is not what you see.
May 16, 2018
On the edge
On the edge of a cliff above the abyss
As you reach for me , the world is on fire
The sky lights up with my desire
The moon grows larger and expands
Grows greater with the touch of your hands
Enslaved by the luminosity
Mesmerised by the light of curiosity
I focus on that beautiful moon
It seems, to melts to your tune
Stands on a cliff above the abyss.
April 26, 2018
Portrait of unknown woman
Portrait of unknown woman
Renaissance style
Artifacts set to frame the sitter
Clues and depth for posterity
No cut off noses under chins
Rather a broad smile, eyes sparking light
Looking directly towards me
No Mona Lisa smile, broader beaming
Eyes spark, happiness added with
something more quizzical
Dark glasses dominate and frame
Yet the gaze pulls, holds challenges
Long blonde hair a parallel or parodox
Hair the longest ever
Age the oldest
Skin smooth I gaze closer and see
Wrinkles deepening below the mouth
The slight crepeiness of the decollate
Renaissance style
Artifacts set to frame the sitter
An old bear lifetime confident
A blood pressure machine
Nurses badge and watch
A pile of books, one novel
The rest poetry books
The painted silk shawl and silk paints
A music player
Jade elephants
Portrait of woman unknown with snippets of life
