Kokoda Track Memorial Walk (1000 Steps)
MONDAY 24th DECEMBER, 2018
When I was doing my daily gratitude practice, I was reminded how much I loved poetry.
Shakespeare, Gerald Manley Hopkins, Wordsworth, pretty much all the Sufi poets.. oh my goodness, Tom Hiron’s Sometimes a Wild God is one of the most beautiful things I read the year it came out.
There is so much incredibly moving poetry, and since being active on WordPress, there are a number of amazing poets here too.
If you are a poet, or have a favourite, make sure you drop a link in the comments so I can check out your blog!
Anyway, sometimes I do write some free verse that roughly comes under the heading of poetry, so I thought I would share this piece.
Forgotten Delights
I had forgotten poetry,
Returning,
Turbulent mind,
Stormy soul,
Wounded Heart,
Battered confidence;
Poetry unfurls like a rose,
Sliding a healing balm
Across the troubled waters
Of my life ravaged Self.
Poetry rushes in,
All velvet, perfume, curls of incense,
Sparkles of sunlight on water, the soft
Misty joy of gentle, sunlit mornings,
The soothing crash of waves, the
Warmth of weighted blankets, the
Rumble of a cat purring, the magic of
Every fairy tale and enchanted carpet.