Moments and Memories

 

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Watching spaces lightly falling
Pulled from all their hiding places
Caught by butterfly licks of light feathers
Brushed by breezes blowing past

Brought to fullest sunshine
As the moment was
Now gone
Yet never lost

Coloured by the way we felt then
Feel now
Taken to our being
Held in high esteem
Whilst living in this moment
Creating the next memory
To hold, hide, hope for more.

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Memories In Winter

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Winter bites
As every year
The bite forgotten
Through summer’s haze
Until sharp teeth
Pierce skin and bone
And warmth becomes the memory

Yet memories belong to us
As we see it now
As it was then

Yet, maybe, it wasn’t

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© Copyright 2016 Robin McShane

Time Moves

 

crowded where you live

Time arrives,
Flying in through open windows,
Displaying scenes from life,
Fleeting, fleeing, freeing.

Years leave,
Walking out through closed doors,
Leaving experiences now gone,
Fleeting, fleeing, freeing.

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© Copyright 2016 Robin McShane

Owner or Steward?

For NaPoWriMo/GloPoWriMo2016 – Day 16 (not to prompt)
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When Kublai Khan his world decreed,
No-one answered, disagreed,
He owned the land, he owned the realm,
Those who argued he would overwhelm.

Oh, to be supreme as he,
To own the land, the sky, the sea,
Yet really…did he own it all?
With his death, where did it fall?

His chosen one already dead,
Kublai left it to the son instead,
So, who owns what at end of day,
As this planet spins in the Milky Way?

We fight and die over…over…well what?
A piece of land that’s worth a jot?
A bauble, some gold, a shell or some art,
Well, what would you give for a shot in the dark?

For I think that I own what I have while I’m here,
Forgetting the day when I’ll leave this blue sphere,
And then, when I’m gone, only space left behind,
Will people fight over all I thought mine?

Where is the value?

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© Copyright 2015 Robin McShane

Seeds of Change

For NaPoWriMo 2016 – Day 5 (kind of to prompt!)

The rush of land
That fills me up
Then dies and rots

The fall of air
That blows my lungs
Then turns to dust

The touch of you
That fills my heart
Then bleeds me dry

The life around
That grows each day
Then wilts to die

Forced changes
Poisoned words
Toxic food

Natures loss
Man’s demise
Earth’s changes

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© Copyright 2016 Robin McShane

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I wrote this today before seeing the prompt regarding heirloom plants – and after reading some Ted Hughes poetry!
For me, this poem kind of fits the prompt as it addresses the purpose and use of these plants and seeds.
Man’s disrespect for all life around us appears to have dissipated, with fatal results for our future.
At our home, we grow as much of our own food as we can – using seeds that will keep propagating and are not modified to only produce one crop (see Micelle’s blog – Gumboots and Grammar)
We take responsibility for our lives and our health and don’t give that power over to anyone else.
The government, the medical, legal or any other professional world or organization cannot tells us how we must live.
With the greatest of respect, the knowledge they have and share can assist us in our choices but the choice must remain ours.
To give those decisions over will lead to our destruction as viable, individual entities. We will become sheep answering to the whims and decisions of others.
I cannot control the environment. I cannot dictate how others must live.
Those that do so live in an arrogance which is difficult to release and even tougher to face when that perceived power is lost.
For years I allowed my perception that others ‘know better’ to govern my decisions – to my detriment.
That is not fair on those people nor on myself.
Each of us are individual beings with the right to maintain our individuality, even when we accept we are part of something greater.
If we only copy what we see others doing or what we think they are doing and/or meaning, we gain little growth, insight or experience for ourself and, therefore, cannot contribute anything significant to the whole.
If we do not learn and grow – what is the point?
I see poetry as a means for me to express my experiences, understanding and perceptions in ways others may relate to, resonate with, add to, think about or simply enjoy – accepting that we each have, and must own, our unique perspective so that the whole becomes greater than the sum of its parts.
For those that seek control and power over others, how can you control something that is greater than yourself? The parts you think you control are simply abdicating their personal power and choices. I would suggest you be extremely careful how you use that…
For the rest of us, self-sustainability, in tune with the natural cycles of the planet and the body we inhabit, becomes an incredibly exciting and better way to live. It promises a healthier present and future on all levels.
Would that more people would take that responsibility.

Okay, I’m climbing off my soap box and off to make some tea – herbal, of course! 🙂

Wishing you all an awesome day! 🙂

Of Sleep, Dreams And History – NaPoWriMo2016 – Day 3 (not to prompt)

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Chasing hard through sunlit streams,
Elusive fragments of nightmare dreams,
Sleep has gone, I lie awake,
Sifting memories, what to leave, what to take?
Wine soaked blood running up my veins,
A night of pleasure – yet again!
The morning after, what a drag,
History released, now out of the bag,
Tried to hold the purse strings tight,
Subconsciously, one heck of a fight,
Then alcohol declared a winner,
And now I feel the bigger sinner.
What to do but accept my fate,
Down the first before it gets too late?
The cock has crowed, the sun has risen,
Will someone help me out of my prison?
I made this bed I now lie deep,
So shrug my shoulders and back to sleep.

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© Copyright 2016 Robin McShane

Fight For The Right

Matejko_Battle_of_Grunwald

Matejko, Jan (1838-1893); Bitwa pod Grunwaldem; 1878

 

Malodorous sprites spring nightly to arms,
Bringing smells of a battlefield wafting along,
Entrenched in their armour neither free nor possessed,
They skip along merrily to harm then to rest,
Yet neither the smell nor the sound of the fight,
Can diminish the glory, the feel or the right
To know your beloved awaits on your deeds,
And all of your actions protecting their needs,
The people you kill, perchance in haste not in war,
Would take your own life and those who you care,
So, it matters not how or where your blade falls,
Just kill those against us, take up the call,
Then fish for some trinkets, proof of your acts,
Come home to your loved ones and family with facts.

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© Copyright 2015 Robin McShane

When Love Becomes More

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When love becomes more than you expected
Days brighten
Clouds seem full of life and faces
Senses heighten
Clarity returns to places you thought had died
Your world shines again

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© Copyright 2016 Robin McShane

Being Beyond

To See Beyond - Jan 6 2016-blue meditation-pixabay

Ethereal beings in parallel streams
Flow with life in unparalleled dreams

Diverse planes lie side by side
Purer by far than those we hide

Thoughts are paramount

Remaining so
Though life experiences ebb and flow

Wonder not the way of being
Accept it as a way of seeing

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© Copyright 2016 Robin McShane