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Beach Walk…#Prose

Beach Walk

 

Prestatyn – the top beach,

a day at the coast.

Shoes off, socks off,

it’s time for a walk.

 

Along the wood path, 

built in the dunes.

High views of the beach,

the sea and the golf course below.

 

First though, the car parks

hot rough tarmac.

With a minefield of stones,

some rough, some smooth,

which will it be?

 

Sand reached, relax

toes can sink in.

Hot sand, sun warmed

on this bright chilly day.

 

Not so, when sand deep underfoot.

Hot sting to deep chill,

as my footprint sinks down.

Warm planks, offer chilly reprise.

Though spiky dune grass pokes through the gaps in-between.

 

I walk down to the shoreline,

and quickly retreat.

Ice cold the wet sand,

toes in a tingle.

 

I’m barefoot in winter, what else did I expect?

 

A § M 

07/03/2019

    

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A Cup…#Poem

A Cup

 

A poem,

about a cup?

Just what can I say?

An item,

for granted,

I take every day.

 

No thought,

for the process,

it took to get here.

 

Or why,

it is this cup,

a breakage I fear.

 

This one,

a tea cup.

This one coffee.

 

One for,

hot chocolate.

name chosen for me.

 

A unit,

of measure.

For baking a cake.

 

It’s size 

became standard

for potters to make.

 

What then,

before that,

a time before scales.

 

Was used 

as a measure,

for cookery tales.

 

But I am,

the black sheep;

one uses a mug.

 

Though often,

referred to,

a plant pot, or jug.

A § M 

15/03/2019

    

Reflections 2019 w09

Not much to report this week regarding the allotment, the only thing done has been a large leaf mold bay. Lots of shopping has however been done for it.

Wilkinsons have 2.4m canes in a pack of 10 for £3, and as all the canes over 1m on the plot  had to go, lets just say two shops have had their stock either depleted or very near to. The 1.8m canes are easier to get a hold of with very little price difference if the parking money is taken into account.

Seeds and plants have been ordered for the march onwards sowing, I had bought the Jan/Feb seeds last month, due in a couple of weeks, that will start with an earnest in the greenhouse. So between now and then one hopes to get the paving area done for the sheds new location. Dependant of course on the winter weather that is supposed to be here next week. One has been able to do quite a bit whilst the weather has been good.

And my body lets me know I have…Often

Other than that…

Two poems have been written, on has taken nearly two months to get right, but it’s hard to write about the darkness when your stumbling around in it, and I refuse to go back onto full time meds if there is no therapy to go with it. The other one was a challenge by a friend in one of my groups who misses the poetry sessions we used to have at another group. That flew out whilst sitting at Sainsbury’s for my Mum and neighbour to finish their shopping. It must have been on the back of my mind for some time, as the time one wrote about is from last February.

And I handed in a concept for a piece of art my art coordinator for a group asked me for. Not anywhere near what she was thinking, I hit that ball that far out of the park it landed in a different county.

We will have to see if that goes any further, as she cannot fathom the mechanics of the painting. Even with my working model.

Thats it for this week, hope you are all well.

www.awanderthroughthemind.co.uk/reflections-2019

Oh Christmas Time…#Poem#Poetry#Prose

Oh Christmas Time

 

Oh Christmas time,

what joy be had.

When places known,

in plastic clad.

 

Arrows are placed,

as Santa’s lure,

Blinking, pointing,

to darkened door.

 

Corner turned,

I’m face to face.

In grinning Santa’s,

dead eyed space.

 

Rudolph floats

with ethereal look.

Thought Halloween,

was fears right hook.

 

They should not be,

we’ve had no snow.

But snowmen move,

and snowmen glow.

 

We happy told,

this season be.

So fake emotions,

as we fake tree.

 

And remember,

right present get.

Got no money?

Then he’s some debt.

 

Oh Christmas time,

for some a struggle.

It’s all too much,

it’s all a muddle.

 

So feeling anxious?

or feeling Low?

Don’t grip at mask,

just let it go.

 

Seek some help,

with someone talk.

Before you take,

the sombre walk.

 

Past light that flash,

from all things drape.

This winter,

wonder,

fake

landscape.

 

A§M

20/12/2018

Panic…#Poetry#Poem#Prose

Panic

 

Panic when the pens not here,

Tis what all the writers fear.

When idea comes to mind,

Grab ones notebook look and find.

Has pen in holder,

Gone.

 

Yo-Yo life…#Poetry#Poem#Prose

Yo-Yo Life

 

I live life

Yo-Yo style.

 

Down I go,

maybe up.

 

Not return,

to the start.

 

Have not skill,

but have heart.

 

Try and try,

walk the dog.

 

Sideward spin,

bird nest string.

 

Cradle rock,

fail that too.

 

Keep on trying,

what else to do?

 

Gave up before,

but still I’m here.

 

Untangle nest.

Reset the string.

 

And

Down

I

Go.

 

A § M  16/11/2018

    

B-WELL Poster 2…#Poetry#Poem#Prose

Oneself – it starts with a simple seed 

However, not all journey well.

 

Some are shelved,

and gather dust. 

 

Locked away 

in cage of rust 

 

Shaped by others, 

not treated well. 

 

But tis a tree, 

no one can fell.

 

A group you find, 

where nurture taught.

 

A place to heal, 

a place for thought.

 

The tree grows strong, 

n’ fruit will flourish.

 

When shares oneself, 

each other nourish.

 

If self cared for, 

reserves are built.

 

To cope with life, 

when at full tilt.

 

Find simple things 

can set you free.

 

Within B-WELL – community .