Karerra Isle

The waves crash on the broken rocks
And backwash burbles over strewn pebbles
The sun sparkling on the now wet stones
The breeze moist with salty air.

An expanse of sea lies before me
It washes around the surrounding Islands
The laughter of gulls pierces the air
A boat out on the water bobs and sways.

There are sheep on the crags and meadows
Lambs frolicking with the youthfulness of spring
They bleat and skip towards their mothers
To partake of the sweet milk they crave

A castle broods upon a cliff top
Its shadow casting across the land
A lonely sentinel on guard for invasion
A ruined remnant of a bygone age.

A walk around the peninsula
The breeze cool and pleasant
There is little sound around
Weariness begins to take hold

Not far now, the gulls cry with laughter
But you know they jest as they swoop
All fun for them to watch the walker
And laugh again at the land bound

At last, safe haven, a ferry awaits
to take us across the watery stretch
Back to the mainland, homeward bound
Our souls touched by Karerra Isle.

Snippet Two

The mysteries of life go beyond the mere physical, but plunge into the depths of mind and soul where imagination flourishes.

Imagination

My mind encompasses the universe, for the universe is in my mind, all that is real is imagined, a life without end, an end without death.

The Wallowing

As eyesight fades
Hearing takes place
The world is a blur
The noise Unbearable

Too many landscapes to see
Not enough soundscapes to hear
Oh for a place where silence is still
And noise is the wildlife of wilderness

Mechanical grindings
Tyre on tarmac
Screeching’s of madness
The city unbearable

For the want of a forest
Of subtle breezes through branches
The tweet of a bird
And creak of the trees

A cathedral in nature
Its majesty awesome
A canopy of branches
and pillars of wood

I fear for my future
in sight of its failing
in earshot of madness
In life without seeing

If I wallow in self pity
I do not care
There are worse off
But to know this is pointless

It effects the self
of things never felt
the mind is relentless
it makes you see the worst

Is help at hand?
can anything be done?
Yes there are avenues
but at what cost?

This verse has gone wrong
I go on to feelings
I must end it now
For I will be here for some time to come.

My Valentine

This is the Valentine I wrote for my Wife Elaine, My Love to her...

Do I compare thee to a Rose?
No for that would be of old
I compare thee to the Sun
From where the light shines on my heart

We are two hearts that beat together
In the life we share in happiness
and the fear of being apart
But we know deep down we are forever

We have been married for a time now
I still Love you as of the beginning
My heart is yours as yours is mine
We are but one in heartbeat time.

There will be a time where light will fade
but in our heats no shade there be
for our light for each other will be eternal
Like twin stars in loves gravity we are bound

Happy Valentine to you my Love

Mother Nature's Reprimand

We who live on natures land
Are only here at her discretion
We think that we are all powerful
Until we encounter natures ire

Do we not breath the worlds air
While we remove our source of it?
Do we not remove her dark blood
While we continue to burn and pollute?

We swarm across all land masses
We scar the landscape and rip it apart
We clear vast areas of trees and plants
We remove the habitat of other life

Nature repays us with her warnings
Tsunami's, Earthquakes and Volcano's
Is this a way for nature to cull us?
Are there really too few of us who care?

The Human Race, we are not super
We may yet lose that race supreme
To live in paradise is a blessing
Given only to harmonious life

We must mend our ways Nature hints
But do we pay attention?
Far too late I fear we will
Too late to escape destruction.

Golden Sound

A gentle breeze disturbs the forest
There is creaking all around
The trees have shed their leaves
They rustle in the silence

A secluded beach a wide expanse
The Sea it crashes gently on the sand
A lullaby to make you doze
The sand will be your mattress

A parkland teems with life
But even here there is muted silence
The birds that pause within the branches
They make the song of silence

But to me the hills of Scotland call
With wind and rain they howl
But even here there is a lull
This Silence is profound

And when you wish to be alone
Nothing's quite like home
I dearly wish for Grandfather Clock, to Tick and Tock
Then bong the lateness of hour

All is quiet, but not absolute
For total silence is not natural
Golden sound is what we need
Enhancement to the silence