Moments and Memories



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.


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.


© Copyright 2016 Robin McShane


For NaPoWriMo/GloPoWriMo 2016 – Day 24 (not to prompt)


People plead for food
In plaintive cries
That echo through the valleys.

Water flows from empty taps
That dry the land,
Leave bones
Reaching for the sun,
As they crumble to dust.

People stare through dead sockets,
Fighting for life,
Killing for control.

My brain empties.

I walk to nowhere,
My soul clings to itself
Without understanding
Or knowledge,
Confused beyond belief,
Believing beyond confusion
That there must be a rock
Melting fluidly with the flow,
Holding all within its feel,
Feeding soil and being,
Giving life where there is only void.

© Copyright 2016 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


© Copyright 2016 Robin McShane


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! 🙂

The Song of Life

The SOng of Life - Jan 13 2016 - morguefile

Then more come
And I wonder how we will all fit
But the guards shout and push
And somehow we all get in

We feel movement
The journey begins
We stand squashed together
Scared, silent, bequeathed

To what? We may never know
Why? We may never know
Where? Maybe we don’t need to know

It is enough to still be standing
In the moment
This moment
The only one that matters
Right now

We might all die before the next one
And I still need to sing it
The song of life
The endless melody of being
With harmonies of now
‘All contributions gratefully received’
From everyone present
Each one heard
Listened to

Someone just needs to start

To produce the note around which all harmonies
All heartbeats will build
Until the music ends
And silence lives again


© Copyright 2016 Robin McShane

When The Time Is Right

When the time is right - dec 10 2015 - hubble heic9910a

There were things about myself I never knew,
Things that in my world I would eschew,
Tiny details hiding in the cracks,
That would one day come and stab me in the back.

I was not happy with the way life used to be,
So hit the road to find a better me,
How silly looking back I should have known,
You only take the seeds that you have grown.

Running ’round the world a second time,
Never really finding what was mine,
The greatest shock, the best discovery,
Those things I longed for most, were deep inside of me!

Then the details that I thought would make life slide,
The ones I’d spent such time searching outside,
Came creeping out of cracks where they had hidden,
And now stand stark and proud, forces unbidden.

I suppose the time is right when things appear,
Although we may well wish them gone from fear,
For nothing in this world can happen out of sync,
All our lives, our loves, our being, one big link.

Which means, of course, we’re never really ‘out there’ on our own,
We’re always linked to everyone around us, though we moan,
Forgetting every word and thought will ripple through the links,
And change the lives of every living thing, like light through chinks.

Awareness is the answer that we seek,
In every moment, thought and action tweak,
So everything that passes through our light,
Contributes to the power and the might

Of every point and path creation flows,
As onward, outwards, upwards all life grows,
And feeling from within thy specialty,
Of standing still a moment just to be.


© Copyright 2015 Robin McShane

Picture of heic9910a from Hubble Telescope, courtesy NASA

Dark To Light


There’s a darker ring,
If we all give in,
Chase a world we think others see.

There’s a lighter side,
If we turn aside,
See our light now shining free.

But what fun is that,
If we can’t extract,
The pleasure and the pain,

Of living in
This body bin,
Coming back time and again?

Part lesson here,
Another there,
Taking lifetimes now to learn

The part we chose,
From heart exposed,
The experiences we yearn.

Emotions bit,
The pleasure pit,
The pleasure and the pain.

We chose each moment,
To our detriment,
And took the trip again.

There soon will be
No darker lee
With which to play this pace,

Light is firing,
Fast vibrating,
Finished with our race.

And thus I raise
My glass in praise
To the present and the past.

Life is changing,
Seeking, ranging,
Days of nights can’t last.

So rise up now,
Grasp the Wow,
Your soul, your life, yourself.

Your light unfurled
Upon the world
Redefines its wealth.

In gratitude
Find fortitude,
A Universe of joy,

And lovingly,
And caringly,
Share with woman, man, girl, boy.


Crystal Life


Splendiferous onyx sits before me,
Dark and cold as obsidian night.
Haematite lays the ground around me,
Agate shows the path of light.

Amethyst warms a purple haze,
Takes to malachite, striated green,
Burns the orange of citrine ways
Whilst quartz sits sharp on a quiet keen.

Music, healing, energy change,
Subtle changes in the air,
Calcite, chalcedony, celestite range,
Light and moonlight everywhere.


© Copyright 2015 Robin McShane