30 days into July
no swifts today
no sadness
they fledge
fly
Elaine Patricia Morris (c)
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Archive for July, 2017
29 days into July
Dashing dodging
showers of freshness
silver scattered
amongst the flowers
across the car park
wavy rainbows
sway in puddles
why dash by.
Pitter patter
on the car roof
makes me grateful
keeping dry
windscreen wipers
giving rythmn
marking time
until it stops.
Elaine Patricia Morris (c)
27 days into July
the early evening sun
dazzles as it glints
in puddles collected
on a wet summer day.
Unseen rainbows
nurturing growth.
..
Elaine Patricia Morris (c)
26 daya into July
Katauta……
I want the freedom
of bubbles on windy days
carrying rainbows and light.
Elaine Patricia Morris (c)
25 days into July
…….Katauta…..
I don’t wake up well
it takes me 2 or 3 hours
to find purpose in the day
…….Tanka…..
the pale grey stillness
of a manchester morning
here in the suburbs
cushions me from intrusion
while I drink my tea
…….Haiku…..
becoming concious
of the world beyond my spot
today’s life begins
Elaine Patricia Morris (c)
A query in July
If there are clouds in the paper and stories in the clouds why are we writing ?
Elaine Patricia Morris (c)
17 days into July
I am doing a Writing and Spirituality course run by Writing Our Way Home and this week we are looking at perseverance.
Job
waiting game
or working game
we have to persevere
towards
work
beavering patiently
toiling with discipline
we must still persevere
onward
phew !
flowers bloom
sit back relax
our perseverance pays off
success
Elaine Patricia Morris (c)
Moon dance
The moon poured onto the sea
an ever flowing stream
danced on the waves
edging closer to the shore.
As she slipped nearer
to the indigo horizon
pouring more slowly even then
yet losing nothing.
Elaine Patricia Morris (c) July 2017
Dove Cottage
A silken rain fell in Grasmere
but it didn’t spoil the day
no more than it did the poetry
William Wordsworth wrote while there.
(c) Elaine Patricia Morris
3 days into July
For Faith and Spirituality.
The quiet boat edged along
where warblers sang and
shoals of tiny sticklebacks
waltzed just beneath the surface.
Glistening jewels embroidered
the sun drenched lake.
Elaine Patricia Morris (c)
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