Wind

Wind, like breath from afar,

Blowing through trees

With a hundred tongues

Singing nature's song.

An excited child with flags,

Waving the branches,

Greeting the passing seasons

Stormy tempest,

Furious, fighting, fast.

Moving to its own rhythm,

Playing a tune no one dare utter.

Majestic trees, bowing to creation's audience,

Each branch conducting its own symphony:

Allegro; con passionata

Each branch falling

With a crash to make nature's music.

Gentle breeze, whispering a sweet lullaby. 

Tenderly touching each object in its path.

Leaves dancing to nature's song.

© Carolyn Davison 22nd October 2013

Life

Standing on the pit of life

Gazing into the darkness

I remember that I am not in that hole,

I have been freed from life's oubliette.

I look up and glance at the bounteous radiance

Of creation's gleam.

My soul lifts beyond the mountains of trials

And flies with the eagles, soaring gracefully;

Riding on the wind's breath.

My feet are placed on solid ground;

The rock of my salvation.

A new song is on my lips

And praise rises far beyond the reaches of the heavens

Into the realm of the One who lifted me from that pit.

© Carolyn Davison 17th October 2013

 

 

love

Adrenaline rushing like a train from north to south
Beating heart, racing every thought
Tingling body as if every nerve is on fire
Sensuous touch like a light brush on a canvas
Tender kiss, soft, gentle with a meaning
Understood by each other.
Whispered declarations of affection

Love so strong so passionate,
Accepting, patient, kind.
Full of respect, never envious,
Forever growing as time goes on.
Never dying forever living.

Carolyn Davison 10th October 2013

Raindrop

As desperate as a person clinging to the edge of a precipice,

The raindrop clings to a blade of grass,

Because to fall would bring it to its ultimate destruction,

Smashing it into many fragments on the ground.

Facets of colour dance through its transparent skin,

Like a troop of floating leaves pirouetting in the wind,

Spinning around and around on the breath of nature. 

As a drowning man clings to his last breath

So clings this transient droplet of water;

As if the world would end if it fell into an eternal grave.

The clouds part for the opening scene of the natural drama

The sun, like a lead actor shines its glorious light 

Through the raindrop.

Piercing the sky, an arc of colour bursts forth

Pure and radiant. 

The glory of nature being played out on the terrestrial stage.

The wonder of creation, hanging like a portrait

Among the clouds and sun rays.  

© Carolyn Davison 8th October 2013

 

I wrote this poem, sitting in my car! It was raining outside!

My Sister

I remember the times

I was ill in my bed;

You would come and sit with me;

The stories you read.

We would play in the park

On the big slide, and swings.

We would love to play music,

We would love to sing

Chorus

I love you, dear sister,

What more can I say?

I think of you always,
With each passing day.

You're here in my heart,

You're part of my soul.

It's the love of a sister,

Which is keeping me whole!

We loved to play horses,

Using plant pots and canes,

Jumping those 'fences'

Over and over again.

We would play in the street,

We would knock on the doors.

We would then run for cover

And go back for more.

Chorus

Do you ever remember

The times I was bad;

I was moody, contentious,

I would drive you mad?

But still you would help me

With my work from school.

You are my big sister,

You are no fool!

Chorus

When we got older

You went off to Uni

I went to college,

The  lived over the sea.

We would still keep in contact

By post or by phone. 

My dear friend and sister,

I was never alone.

~

Marriage and family

Life must keep going.

Seeds of sisterly love

They must keep growing.

Without my sister 

My heart is not whole,

My memories are shattered

I've a void in my soul

Chorus

I love you, dear sister,

But the hole in my heart

Grows wider and wider

The more we're apart.

You are my big sister

You are part of my soul,

With no speaking or contact

I cannot be whole 

© Carolyn Davison 6th October 2013