Poems Session II

May 13, 2019

POEM
Wayne

Old trees I can see very clear,
Listening to different birds singing and nesting down the years.

I can smell flowers sat under this old tree.
I am just a person, not a bumble bee,

feeling  a breeze in the air!
But just sat here I don’t care.


DUSK
Len

Kids running, crunching the paths.
Animals shrieking and feeding from earth.
Flowers opening.
Garlic in your nose.
Garlic on your fingers.
Garlic in your mouth.
Garlic in your pockets.

The dusk is damp.
The dusk is safe.
The dusk is strange.
The dusk is friendly.

I close my eyes and
imagine drinking hot chocolate
in Noah’s Ark.
I close my eyes and
pretend I’m an emperor
butterfly.


POEM
Adele Fowles

Going through the doorway into
the secret garden
there     

there is the pond under
             the canopy of twisted branches.

All around and all above are
           the tweets and woos
          and whistles and songs
and        

crunches and snaps below.

Earth       and wind       and pond 
richness     freshness         life

feeling       this

This air
           breezes   breath
This earth
           stirring    mud

Being    

 

only in this moment

THAT HEART BEATING BIRD


POEM
Brian Clewloe

I see the pretty flowers
beneath the trees
and smell the vegetables
and hear the birds and ducks and
touch the trees growing up
and hear people playing guitars
on the grass and singing as well,
feeling happy to be seeing nature
and smelling the fresh air
in the park and taking pictures
of the flowers.

 

SUNDAY EVENING
Paul
   
Very low skinny trees and traffic
The sky and birds jumping
Flowers and a dog barking
Ferns and fresh air
Twigs crunching underfoot
Acorns and the smell of wood
Birds whistling to each other
Soil on my boots and a gentle breeze
Leaves and branches
The sight of a fox trotting along
Women with binoculars looking relaxed
And Rae with camera
taking snaps


POEM
Mable

I can see blue skies,
tall trees almost touching each other
and flowers,
acorns on the ground and a log decaying.

I can hear traffic and
footsteps on the ground,
birds whistling to each other.
Fresh air and the scent of wood.

Enjoying what I am seeing
I do not see
a stick by my foot
and nearly lose my balance.

Feeling jolly and awake,
this takes me back to when I was 6 years old.
I can see my young self playing with
no care in the world – a pure feeling of joy.


ORFORD PARK
Carl Peploe

I wandered in Orford Park
one bright cloudy day.
It brought back many memories
of when I lost my way.

Back in 1980
under the spell of an evil king
I used to scream blue murder
when I looked into my ring.

Serpents and things flew in the sky
as the sun did set.
All the old men shrieked,
“Shut up you noisy get!”

It may as well have been 1409
when souls were on fire
on a giant bonfire
that glowed beneath the pyre.

Ashes blew about
in the  morning wind –
just smell the ashes
from the souls that have been binned.
   

IN PARRS WOOD
Bernadette O’Hanrahan

Blossoms swaying and new leaves growing
The cracking of twigs and pigeons cooing
Damp earth and the smell of pine trees
Bouncy pine needles and cool air on my hand

Soft earth underfoot and the warmth of a smile
Rhythm of tyres on speed bumps and dogs barking
The smell of a new wooden fence and dried May blossom
Branches waving and fluffy clouds

Well-tended herb garden and layers of green leaves
Birds talking and distant fireworks
Damp earth again as I walk on and more pine trees
Togetherness and light fading

Insects zigzagging and a crow flying 
The whoosh of car engines and a train 
Scent of wildflowers and garlic bushes
Happy and relaxed I remain

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