Silent sits the weight of fear,
In the cracking of your voice I hear it clear.
To find what’s right to do,
Right for now? Right for who?
By the Sea in March
Sitting by the Sea's loud silence,
Quieted to stillness, eyes closed, in Sun dazzled shimmers,
Church in the Beech Wood
The wood drips the cloud back to soggy earth,
Sheltered now from the winds' worst excess,
Morning and Sea Glass
Morning
Beach walk
Springs promise; suns warmth
Lapping waves a soothing sound
Shoreline joy sharks tooth!
Winter Walk
Stormy sky and whirling wind, Salty smell and foamy flotsum,
Mixed Feelings
A strange phrase, I think it might be a good description of how I feel most of the time. I’m not sure there are many moments that carry a single all-consuming emotion or thought. Getting lost in an emotion is rare for me.
A Good Day
I wasnt sure what I write today. I half composed a poem, and thought about writing something moody about the sullen grey sea. But instead, I have decided to write down the things that made me feel connected. Andy at work bought me a coffee and joked with me.
Awake Before My Alarm
As I wake..... my mind in tumult flows...