Abundant Gifts

Pink Cosmos Flower Close Up by criminalatt courtesy of www.FreeDigitalPhotos.net

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

Imminent Flight.

Inspiration S Tree by Marcus74id courtesy of FreeDigitalPhotos.net

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

My first blessing.

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

A glittering prize …

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.



Sunset to Sunrise, Part I: Sunset

Carnarvon by Alexis/FreeDigitalPhotos.net


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,


A love lost in dreams.

It was such a beautiful dream.

© www.mypastmademe.com 2011


Not today …

A Study In Pink by Maggie Smith/FreeDigitalPhotos.net

 I want to write something beautiful …

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)

White Snow, Black Heart

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


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.


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


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