John Burroughs

Oh, how I wish I could remember this every day:

The lesson which life repeats and constantly enforces is, “Look under foot.” You are always nearer the divine and the true sources of your power than you think. The lure of the distant and the difficult is deceptive. The great opportunity is where you are. Do not despise your own place and hour. Every place is under the stars, every place is the centre of the world. 

Aedh - Wishes for the cloths of Heaven

This is my favourite poem. By WB Yeats, the words are pure gold.

Had I the heavens' embroidered cloths,

Enwrought with golden and silver light,

The blue and the dim and the dark cloths

Of night and light and the half-light,

I would spread the cloths under your feet:

But I, being poor, have only my dreams;

I have spread my dreams under your feet;

Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.

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For @PiontkaToro

This lovely tweeter is writing a love story.

Like all writers (I don't include myself in that), she has days where words and ideas flow. Others, where they will come with difficulty, to be changed, over and over again.

But when one writes of love, there is a reason for this. I have tried to encapsulate why, below:

Writing of love
Doesn't come easy
Each word is a gem, elusive, fragile, precious
To be treated with tenderness and care

Chosen from many
So that you will know, truly know
That love is in every breath
A seed, in every action and reaction

My love story is love, only surrounded by fiction
Love can never truly be fiction
I write with love
Love has to be nurtured and tended

So when you read my words
Read them with love
You will love more
And be loved more

Arabian Days

This poem is for @LoganTinaLogan

Christina owns an Anglo/Arabian Palomino horse called Paddy.

I hope to capture the unique bond between horse and human; and the feeling, like no other, with the wind in our hair.

Paddy

I will carry you

Your history, your dreams

On tight, golden sinew

Gentle, warm, creams

Ride 

With me, not on me

Leaving our mark, as one

Nature's perfect recipe

Borne, out of love

Emotions, crystals in the air

Surging, racing, being

Free, without care

Passionate Arabian ardour

See, be, with me

Forever yours

Paddy

For @InspJulietBravo

This very pleasant tweeter asked me to write a poem for her.

She likes photography, art and music. She is driven by a desire to help others and to make a difference, but I think, not just at work. I have never met her, but from a glimpse, these are the words, from me, about her:

Coloured Dreams

Blurred focus

Tuneless words

Abstract, subtract

From me

Re-focus, re-tune

Collect, gather, see beauty

Project light

Imagine

Chase dreams

Relentlessly

Whilst smiling

Sharing

To me 

Bring colour

Vibrant

Reflected

Back to you

For Julia @joools70

This is a poem about helping and how that can only happen with a good heart. Empathy is hugely difficult to describe, yet when you experience it, it is as real as a beautiful sunrise and never forgotten.


Sits
Open gestures, open heart
Listens, helps
Silence, a start

Reshapes
Pain and regret
Carries the burden
Nature's debt

Repaid
Changes gaze
Beautiful flicker
Sun's haze

Props up
So walk tall
She'll catch you
If you fall