Pink Cosmos Flower Close Up by criminalatt courtesy of http://www.FreeDigitalPhotos.net
To speak of the beauty of a flower
swaying in a breeze
is to breathe the essence
of everything I think I am.
To wonder at a branch
adorned with buds
is to recognise hope
proffered by the future.
To stop and marvel,
be thankful for all that is
must be my goal.
Forgetting ego,
diminishing others’ judgements
… save for those I love.
© mypastmademe.com 2014
Inspiration S Tree by Marcus74id courtesy of FreeDigitalPhotos.net
A hesitant footfall
atop glittering snow
My past compressed.
The air crisp, clean
Senses alert
Mind at ease.
Body encased by the cold
I take a full step
towards my future.
© http://www.mypastmademe.com 2013
Drop And Sunflower by dan/FreeDigitalPhotos.net
I thought I felt something,
a mistaken identity
So beautiful you are,
a living Adonis
I thought I saw something
Your soul, your spirit
akin to my own
You are my love,
I thought
© www.mypastmademe.com 2012
Foot of New Born by anekoho/FreeDigitalPhotos.net
Those eyes,
so pure and innocent,
snaring me.
That skin,
so soft and beautiful,
waiting to be kissed.
The hair,
so fine,
angel wisps between my fingers.
This fragile being,
my creation,
my dependent,
taught me
the true meaning of love.
My first divine gift.
My child,
my everything.
© www.mypastmademe.com 2012
Frosty Morning by Simon Howden/FreeDigitalPhotos.net
Walking along today in the crisp winter sunshine I was struck by how beautiful the frost looked on the ground. Just plain old frost. You see it in white patches, smeared across the ground like winter’s warning, and you’re wary of slipping on it … but today it was such a lovely day and so it was thawing quickly … the sky was azure blue, the trees still and everything just felt amazingly calm and peaceful, so I was already a bit loved up with Mother Nature.
But what took my breath away was looking down to see a spread of frost on the ground which had part thawed and literally just looked like someone had sprinkled glitter right across the pavement. Sparkling, iridescent, gorgeous glitter. I stopped and stared in wonder. So beautiful …
I used to go through life rush rush rushing, too much to do, failing at too many things, stress stress stressing. How I love these days, these times when I actually notice the world around me and can appreciate the beauty which, before now, I was too self-absorbed to see.
May you stay warm and safe this winter, and hopefully have time to stop and appreciate the simple gifts on offer in your surroundings.
🙂
Last night in my slumbers
I held a lock of his hair
So soft between my fingers,
so vivid
so real
Then all day the tears wanting to surge
Wondering if that was my goodbye,
my farewell to the dream of him
Knowing it will never be,
despite being so convinced
So I admit now that
I fell in love with him a little
With his words,
his smile,
his creativity,
sensitivity
A love lost in dreams.
It was such a beautiful dream.
© www.mypastmademe.com 2011
A Study In Pink by Maggie Smith/FreeDigitalPhotos.net
A sonnet to make your heart sing,
a verse to fill your head with dreams
Cherry blossom falling,
raining like confetti
A dewdrop on an open rose,
glistening as a new day dawns
Rose From The Garden by Bill Perry/FreeDigitalPhotos.net
An iris swaying in the summer breeze,
as blue as an azure sky
A fairytale ending,
soulmates bonded for eternity
But my eyes are stinging,
swollen from tears
I wish you love and hope,
but I cannot write something beautiful today
© www.mypastmademe.com 2011
My entry for Luna’s Poetry Month Clambake (Week 3)
Berry Snow Heart by Tina Phillips/FreeDigitalPhotos.net
Mirror, mirror on the wall
who is the ugliest one of all?
I am.
For all the times
my mouth has released words
that should have remained caged
For the hours, days, months
when I wallowed, weakened,
lost myself
Drowned.
For the moments
when I can’t see or hear others
because I’m too absorbed with myself
For all the things
I still have not corrected
I am.
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Mirror, mirror on the wall
who is the most beautiful one of all?
I am.
For all the times
I have found the strength to smile
while my heart was breaking
For the hours, days, months
that I know I suffered
and survived
Swam.
For the moments
when I am not oblivious to the beauty in this world
Trees. Flowers. Birdsong.
For all the things
that I am and know I can be
I am.
© www.mypastmademe.com 2011
