Expressions

In my spare time I like to look at and enjoy the work of many great bloggers who are a part of this amazing community.  I was looking at the beautiful work of  Alex Markovich , and found I was drawn to one image in particular that he named  The Lonely Boat On his site, Alex invites us to use his images if we wish, and so I decided to save this one with the thought  “I may use that one day.” Well exactly two days later my poetic ramblings started stirring and I found myself playing with an idea.  Once completed when I read the words back I realised that the poem could be read in two ways, each with a slightly different feel. I believe the moodiness of Alex’s rich image gave rise to buried memories of a past long forgotten relationship, that needed an expression. Thank you Alex for sharing this beautiful image and I hope that my work does yours justice  I would love to hear your thoughts on which version you prefer. Adrift #1 Your leaving is a piercing dart Adrift wit

On Saturday 28th July 2018, there was a Blood Full Moon event that took place for the second time this year.  The first occurred on the evening of 1st February.  There was much excitement that night, here in the Southern Hemisphere as we prepared to witness an eclipse of a Blood Blue Moon, which is a rare combination of a total eclipse (causing a red shadow), of a full blue moon. Taking a glass of wine and a camping chair, I was fortunate enough to be able to position myself in our garden and watch the whole event as it unfolded.  I have to say it was an amazing and humbling experience.  A few days later I wrote the following poem with the experience still fresh in my mind, and to celebrate the most recent event decided to share.On Saturday 28th July 2018, there was a Blood Full Moon event that took place for the second time this year.  The first occurred on the evening of 1st February.  There was much excitement that night, here in the Southern Hemisphere as we prepared to witne

I very rarely watch the news, as it is never seems to contain anything good.  As I passed through the lounge one evening to chat to my husband something caught my eye that made me sit and listen, and guess what, what I was witnessing was not good! Feeling very saddened after watching the news report I promptly went outside to sit in my favourite place for creative writing and wrote ‘Human Race.’ Human Race Most are very lucky, to have homes that keep them safe And use of modern  gadgets, some can even fly to space  Stores filled to the brim, that would feed a growing army And roads jam packed with cars, which is nothing less than barmy  All is in excess, compared to those, who came before us  Our daily news is blazoned, by who makes, the biggest fuss Strutting like a peacock, boasting all about ones riches  When still the needy starve and sleep, curled up, in dank dark ditches  Nothing really changes, no matter what the century  Many spend their lives, held

Ticking Heart My life is being measured, like the  ticking of a  clock Or gentle waves that lap, on a boat within a  dock How many of my minutes, do I have left yet to spend? My heart just keeps on beating, like a drum that knows no  end The constellations high above have shined for eons of  time As constant guides that still burn bright and share the sky,  entwined Quietly I sit and ponder under, this nights  sky    I wonder if my ticking heart will let me reach new  highs And  so  I set to using, these moments with loving  care   That   I may gather seeds of joy and with others, I can  share © Cheryl Mary Coleman, 2017  –  Expression #115 27.3.17 If you enjoyed this poem please feel free to share, as it may just be what someone needs to brighten their day. If you feel so inclined to leave a comment or feedback, I would be extremely grateful, and look forward to connecting with you, thank you.

Loaded Spring Such madness is, a loaded spring Compressed with love, that might have been I do not like, it way down here This darkness is, my ruling fear I long to be, in the sunlight And race the clouds, within the night Who will rescue, me from this place And seal a smile, upon my face But now my thoughts, begin to swing Such madness is, a loaded spring © Cheryl Mary Coleman, 2018  –  Expression #210 20.7.18  If you like this poem please feel free to share, as it may just be what someone needs to brighten their day. If you feel so inclined to leave a comment or feedback, know this I will be extremely grateful, and look forward to connecting with you, thank you.

On the evening of 7th October 2016 as I was sat in the garden, thinking of my husband I was distracted when I  heard our gate, click.  This became the trigger that set in motion my emotions and thoughts of our marriage.  This poem is dedicated to my wonderful husband Roland Alan Coleman and the years we have shared together to date. The Quickening The click of the gate alerts me you’re  home   Your travels of late from where you did roam.  Thoughts of our love begin to  soar   A leap of my heart, as you walk through the door.  Your eyes reignite the passion once  felt   My heart now feeling, as if it could melt.  The quickening of love embodied as  one   Returns me to you in a moment, undone.  © Cheryl Mary Coleman, 2016  –  Expression #49  7.10.16  If you like this poem please feel free to share, as it may just be what someone needs to brighten their day. If you feel so inclined to leave a comment or feedback, know this I will be extremely grateful, and