Happy New Year 2022

Are we yet but wonders
That still the ocean deep?
Carrying our message
Of light and life so steep.

Do we show the world
The choices that can be?
From self and endless ‘me’
To love and purity.

Do we climb our path,
Our endless curving way,
Showing how to manage
When life steps in the way?

When the path turns upside down
In a breath, a blink, a flick
And reality reforms
Around another sandy brick.

As clouds drift through the sky
Forever changing form
So flow our lives and thoughts
Following their norm.

And as we step into the year
Of Twenty Twenty Two
My thoughts of light and love
Flow out to share with you.

Happy New Year 

© Copyright 2021 Robin McShane

Returning Home

Early morning from Hospital Bed

There’s poetry inside the soul
Where sleep resides yet no one knows
The depth of being
The space
The size
The experience that grows
To making whole
Or part thereof
As joined together
One with one
We make the breadth, the depth
The whole that shares all pathways walked
Then takes us back from whence we came
Richer, fuller
Death now past
Soul rejoices, rejoins
Homeward bound
Fulfilled
Complete

Copyright © 2021 Robin McShane

A Past Crash – (A Cinquain)

Once life,
As we know it,
Grew more than we perceived,
So far beyond our wildest dreams
We crashed.

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Cinquain is a short, usually unrhymed poem consisting of twenty-two syllables distributed as 2, 4, 6, 8, 2, in five lines.

The momentum of a cinquain grows with each subsequent line as another two syllables, usually an ambic foot, is added bringing the poem to a climax at the fourth line, falling back to a two syllable “punch line”. The last line is usually a “twist” or “turn”  much like that which often occurs in the final couplet of a sonnet.

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Copyright © 2018 Robin McShane

 

Standing On The Edge

For NaPoWriMo/GloPoWriMo 2016 – Day 20 (not to prompt)

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Hold me to a spirit that was
Pin me against a past tableau
Strip my soul of pent up action
Demand the drip, drip to torture
Insisting I endure the agony
Of memories and dark times

I shall take the bleached skull and raise it high
Reach out for understanding
For belief
As I fold into myself
Release expectation
Lose perception and perspective
Then stand alone on the white beach of time
Stranded
Lost
Crying from within with no succour in sight
As the dreaded night falls
And sunshine preys on my dreams
Mother moon takes me to her heart and bosom
Feeds me nightwash
Until I gulp and choke
And dark rivulets run down my chin
To soak up my shirt of dew and rain
And everything I see and touch
Brings me home again

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© Copyright 2016 Robin McShane

Brief Thoughts To Ponder – #4

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As time goes on
And we all mature
Which verses touch us
To the core?

Rip self aside
Pierce heart and soul
Remind us
Of our way to go

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© Copyright 2015 Robin McShane

English Tanka – #5

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Crystal clear in light
Darkness so overridden
Would it were so clean

Taking darkness as a vice
And light as presiding good

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© Copyright 2015 Robin McShane

New Years Eve – 2014

The year draws to a close,
Days, they fuzz so fast,
A misty veil ‘tween then and now,
A future from the past.

So here’s to all the year has brought,
Thoughts, experiences, life,
Maybe, in the year to come,
A little less of strife?

Time in measurement,
Oh, so strange,
A moment, here, to pass,
And passing so, in blink of eye,
Another year has passed.

I wish all well for the year to come,
May it bring all you require,
In silent moments, know yourself,
Your secrets and desires.

And in this knowledge, fully known,
A growth of sorts takes place,
And in this moment, year to pass,
Be filled with peace and grace.

Your soul knows where it’s heading,
Drives you forward still,
In every situation,
Fulfilling Divine Will,

Just let it be….

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© Copyright December 2014 – Robin McShane
As per this blogs copyright statement

I Am Free

I am free to find my way
A different path
Another day

Each one so different
From the last
Like different lifetimes
Kaleidoscope pasts

Many lives lived in one
Experience gathered
Whole and strong

Have to wonder which is best
One long life
Within one nest

Or many changes
New lives found

Express myself
Through learning sound

Choices made each to his own
All the best ones
Time has shown

Moving forward, learning fast
Choices made
Consequences last

And sometimes lifetimes
Lived as one

Are simply lessons
Played, not done

Repeated situations
Oftimes show
Lack of insight, lack of growth

Keep repeating ’til their done
Lesson learnt
Time to move on

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© Copyright December 2014 – Robin McShane
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Beneath The Experience

My essence shares my being
As I wend my way through life,
Feels each experience with
No judgement, good or strife.

Gathers seeds of knowledge
In the process of my growth,
Pulls it all together
For the overself.

I find I’m often blinded
By the experience of tell,
Forgetting there is reason,
Beneath the outer shell.

Seeing what I want to see,
Ignoring all the facts,
Maintaining what is comfortable
Where I prefer to act.

I probably won’t see beyond
As I take the challenger route,
Yet surely will see it later
When it all comes home to roost.

So, no matter circumstances,
How gross, abused, disturbed,
There are always lessons in there,
Absorbed, affected, heard.

I just need to believe it,
Trust the process,
Walk the walk,
For no-one else can live my life,
It’s mine to walk and talk.

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© Copyright November 2014 – Robin McShane

From Drugs to Beginnings

I touch ground
Ravaged by the soporific effects of the solumedrol
The drug that soothes my nerves yet fires my mind
Spatters my thoughts into a thousand arrows
Each off in their own direction
On their own path
No coherence
No sense
No semblance of reality

I slide into the morass of drug induced mist
Wraith-like drifting through
Following arrows
Pointedly heading to a point which does not exist
Infinite
Intolerable
Insensitive

Time passes
Body exhumes and exhales
Drug excretes

Mind returns
Revisiting
Old patterns and ways
Boring reminisces of a life lived
Slipping slowly back inexorably
Into what was
What is

What shall be?
Can it be different?
I no longer want to be the same
This is a chance for a new beginning
Opportunities for a new me

Loosen my thoughts
Leave them free to roam
Change their tired patterns, grooves, ruts
Find open roads
Yet to be explored
Ideas
Yet to be found
Life
Yet to be lived

Hope lives eternally
In the inner me
To find a better way
A better me

Hope and love will work their magic

A puff of smoke
A new me stands before you
Pristine
Gleaming
Shining

As I was in the beginning

A smile spreads my face
Anticipation fills my being
A new time has begun

© Robin McShane – October 2014

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