Expressions

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 con...

Although they were written three months apart this particular poem compliments  Chilling  in that once again nature is the subject.  I always seem to find  peace and comfort amongst the energy of Mother Earth. A Soul’s Salve The gravel crunches noisily, beneath my feet so  bold Along the winding path, through ancient trees of  old   Light glints through the leaves, hanging a canopy  overhead And veering from the pathway, chose another route  instead   Snapping of the twigs, scatter the creatures, large and  small From impending doom that threatens, from each, of my foot  falls ” I didn’t mean to startle, that truly, was not my  aim or  cause you any suffering, on you, I make no  claim”   “I only wish to join you, in the, peace and  solitude w hilst  meandering, amongst you, and to feel, my heart  renewed” ”I promise to be quiet, to give, and not to take t his...

Struggles and strife find all of us somewhere on our journey through life, but it is often during such times that strength stretches us to become more than we thought we were. I love connecting with people, because firstly, finding myself surrounded by like minded people is so encouraging, supportive and inspiring.  But meeting new people from different walks of life can challenge previous misconceptions and help to change the view of life from their perspective.  This always brings a breath of fresh air to my circle of awareness. Whatever our differences are, each of us are living our own unique way and that is something I feel is always worth recognising and admiring. Summit How the sands of time do shift A lesson, when learned, becomes a gift Like the ebb and flow of waves Life moves those who become the brave To fight and stand for passions held Within one’s heart where love does meld Let no man, thought or fearful deed Keep you from your soul’s t...

I am fortunate enough to live in Perth where we have over 80 kms of glorious sandy beaches and a further 10,000 kms around the coastline of Western Australia. I love to see the patterns that the waves can make upon the sand.  However I have always felt there is something mystical about footprints and so writing to express this came easy one day in November of 2017. Footprints in the Sand Leave your footprints in the sand From life’s long journey on this land The depth of passions, you have felt Are born from experience, you are dealt Love and joy, and, faith and hope Shield you from, that slippery slope But when at times, if you might trip Do not despair, it’s just a blip For cycles like waves, do come and go Your footsteps will meld, with life’s rich flow Whilst taking a breath, you stop to stare Then glance behind, to see what is there They’ve already left, claimed by soft lapping waves Recorded with time, as are notes from a clave © Che...