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

Old man

Hunched in his chair
Paper in lap
TV in the background
Blaring out endless noise.
No one listening
No one caring
Just an old man hunched,
Lonely
No one to make cook his food
No one to kiss his cheek

There was a time when laughter filled this room
A time when the sound of tiny feet filled this house
Now, but for the TV, silence
Everything silent as the grave.

Remembering those distant times
The days on the beach
Digging the garden
Christmas with the family
Times filled with
Laughter
Joy
Thrill
Surprise

Forgetting the present
Forgetting the loneliness
Forgetting the fading wallpaper
Forgetting the day our last enemy
Took his loved one
Forgetting his name

Old man hunched in his chair
Ready to meet with death
His final enemy
Death where there is no escape
Old man hunched in his chair...

©Carolyn Davison 18th September 2013

Stolen heart

You stole my heart

And locked it in the depths 

Of your soul.

No key can unlock

My heart

Except your love

No hands can snatch

My heart

Except your touch

No spell can break

The lock

Except your desire

You stole my heart

My heart is yours

It is yours to keep

For all eternity!

© Carolyn Davison 10th September 2013

Sending a smile

A smile is but a few muscles
Spreading love across your face
Send this poem around the world
Extending love to every place

(by © Carolyn Davison 23 August 2013)