Time For Remembering

Green trees surround me, silence me
Only memory for company
Layers and veils of golden moments
Through the pathway of a lifes journey
Imagesof a real world from
The plastic box in the corner of my room
Men in suits over confident
On my TV screen
They know their stuff
Or do they?
What is real? What is not?
My dreams are of yesterday
When I was real,they flood in
Capturing my imagination
Wanting to live again
Crisp cold midnights
Sprinkling starlight diamonds
On rustling autumn leaves
Carpeting a shadowy hillside
In the park
After winter,
Butterfly kisses on silky skin
Wet with salt sea
Baked brown in yellow sunlight
On white sand.
It was all over
In a moment.

Bubbles

Bubbles --such a simple childish pass time I remember from my childhood and I have watched each generation derive pleasure from the same. We have created such complicated ways of spending our time and money and really it is the simple pleasures that stay with us always. A walk along a seashore with those we love, a family around the table sharing an ordinary meal,laughter warmth even arguments and heated debates would be better than the silence.These are the things I long for most and yet they are often to rare because of the time and place factor.
In the last portion of life we must put wants and longings aside and be grateful for still breathing,we are here but not to be taken seriously because we have had our chances and our day is nearly done. We listen, but who is listening to us and even if they do, how can they know what it is like for us until they get here themselves. Oh well just another day in the waiting room.

Some Days Shine

Saturday 16th April will go down in the historical corridors of my mind as a brilliant sparkly jewel.
A morning spent amongst bright people and a talk by an 84 year old who one year ago had visited Greenland, Iceland and shown us slides of Polar Bears and natures ice sculptures so beautiful with the glow of light upon them, translucent and majestic.
This shamed my own personal recent thoughts of being dead old and losing my power. Here was an exmple of a lady that was living every moment and intending to have adventure until her last breath.
The evening then took me to our library where another friend was launching her book of poems, verse that was lovingly written over several years, saved and collected piece by precious piece,then edited to be put into print with the shiny cover and smell of a fresh newness.
I am inspired by these achievments and can live many more days to be creative and to not give up this gift of life we are given, to use my time constructively.

Climate Change

As I approach the end of life as I know it, I wonder just what will happen to the earth in the future.I have enjoyed so much natural beauty and fear that human beings still care more for materialism over everything else, even though they have been warned.

Will earth glow fluorescent from poisonous chemicals
Until no living creature or plant may breathe
Will a soft gentle green leaf turn the shade of angry red
Every spec of life is so precious--it moves-it sings
Dances--creates-- flows to a rythmic heartbeat
The ebb and flow of tides rise and fall
They become angry when we mess too much with nature
The Earth and Water are fighting us back
Will Fire and Air show us their power

A new year dawns

2011 and still alive ---amazing---I was born a couple of years ahead of those bl--dy baby boomers but somehow get lumped together with them and I don't even want a dishwasher. My Gran always taught me not to waste water or food or anything and then those boomers wanted to have and to hold and waste everything. I must admit I probably got swept along with a bit of that and now contemplating climate change, earthquakes, floods and general natural disasters i must confess to feeling more than a little ashamed.
I was watching a documentary today on Monte Carlo where rich people don't pay any taxes at all, consequently only rich people can afford to live there, admittedly a very beautiful harbour. Anyway I was thinking how very fortunate I am to live here on probably one of the most beautiful harbours in the world and not even have to be rich ( in monetary value) to live here.
The sky is blue and I have a brilliant outlook from my puter on trees, birds, grass and dandelions. Well there you go another year gone and I still have the chance to win lotto and of course paint some more pics that someone will have to dispose of when I snuff it, as I was reminded by a friend who in his line of work has had to do for others. Have a good one 2011.