Through the glass beyond the trees;
Into the cave under the sea;
Out on the island, blown by the breeze;
Beyond tomorrow, what will you see?
Hidden Landscapes
Category: poetry
Toast
Toast
I dreamt I was awake all night,
a tumbling waterfall of thoughts,
Strange environments, late for meetings.
Where did I leave the car?
Why am I shouting at this person?
I dreamt all night I was awake.
And now,
I’m in the kitchen opening the blinds
to the warmth and love of sunshine
….and of toast
The View from Here
The View from Here
Tigger looks over the rough-cut lawn
where blackbirds peck to serve their young,
beyond to see azaleas bloom,
while cherry trees stand guard
where dogs are walked and runners run,
and people pace their exercise yard.
Not far somewhere a battle’s fought
while sun shines strong and magpies court.
All’s changed but all is still the same, so
here I stay and here I stand,
watch carers come with PPE
and see parked cars and Tesco vans.
So lucky, so grateful, but losing ‘precious time’,
the view from here… so hazy, I fear
the loss and scuttled plans.
JBM
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