BIRDSONG

We stopped today under the motorway bridge,
Traffic roared above our heads,
Birdsong rose above the roar,
Clear and pure in summer’s air.

Traffic roared above our heads,
Unexpected was the sound,
Clear and pure in summer’s air,
Piercing our hearts exquisitely.

Unexpected was the sound,
Birds sing in strange places,
Piercing our hearts exquisitely,
Nature deafening traffic’s roar.

Birds sing in strange places,
Under concrete, tar and steel,
Nature defeating traffic’s roar,
Nothing can ever silence them.

Under concrete, tar and steel,
Sounds and senses mix and throb,
Nothing can ever silence them,
We stopped today under the motorway bridge.

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THE LARK

The lark
Wet with the dew
Rises in the morning
Reaching for the sky once again
Hopeful
Looking
To the sun that rises with her
Greeting her in her quest
By night she rests
Her wings

WALKINK

I LIKE TO TRY TO POST UPLITING POSITIVE POEMS BUT LATELY I HAVE DEVELOPED SOME BAD PHYSICAL PAIN AND FIND IT HAED TO SIT UP IN BED. THIS POEM IS ABOUT KEEPING WALKziNG THROUGH HARD TIMES HOWEVER MUCH IT HURTS AND YOU HAVE TO KEEP PUSHING ON THROUGH THE PAIN. BOTH PHYSICAL AND EMOTIONAL

Walking,
Pushing on, pain
Pressing every fibre,
Grief overwhelms, hot tears falling,
Why did
You go,
Abandon me to suffering?
Take away nourishment,
Leaving me cold,
Tell me

Inside
Yourself you find
The deepest well my friend
Drink deep, find the bubbling water
Welling
Up to
Eternal life, never ending,
Trust the waters therein
You will not die
Just drink