everywhere
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like a scent from years gone
Gill McGrath© April 29 (April 28 afternoon)
Tag: poetry
in between the lines
Seeing you
color in the day
under
and over the lines
through the hedge
glancing your reflection
through the soft blue carpet. Gill McGrath©
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Gill McGrath© April 22. today 6.15am ~~ ‘It’s color not colour.OK!’©
Early Bird
so there it is
so there it is
there they are
always
~in the best seat
Always
Gill McGrath© April 14 Dawn . Sticky clouds
[first light then approximately 2 minutes between each shot]
Poetry Challenge…Non-love…
What is there left?
In me
Of you
Forever there.
The part that’s you
Still there with me.
Was it
Your eyes
Of blue.
Strange
How I tired of them.
Your smile
Unfunny.
Your dreams
Never.
Your voice
Your hopes
Still
So loud
I cannot remember
A single word.
But
Your hands.
Your hands.
The way they were.
Forever Gentle.
Stay forever
I remember….
‘People should fall in love with their eyes closed’
~ Gill McGrath© April 12 [Quote made by Andy Warhol]
~A Non Love Poem Challenge~
Thank you Holly for the challenge to write a ‘Non Love Poem’ Not sure if this fills the bill.
Please visit Holly’s blog by following the link…
the challenge:“Non-Love in More than Ten Sentences Challenge” – La Audacia de Aquiles
https://aheartafire.wordpress.com/2015/04/09/non-love-in-more-than-ten-sentences-challenge-la-audacia-de-aquiles/
visit this great blog
Please go and visit Mark imgonnastudytherain
The blog is a good read…….
Philosophy that makes me feel better
The way to carry money……….
Here I am. I have just got back from shopping. I am sitting on the sofa looking at my stuff filled carrier bag. I am in a bit of a fizz, again. The bits I bought are safely in the bottom for sure, but I can only hope the paper money accrued on route ,thrown carelessly in, during frantic purchasing, is still there. I now realize once again that the couple of screwed empty ready salted crisp bags, I also acquired along the way, have unfolded themselves and and are now floating around in the carrier, big time; and they may have pushed out any of the floating money in a flick during my various movements along route! So now I begin my ‘after shopping mantra’ a sort of prayer, about loose paper money which always float at some stage in the carrier bag I will be carrying, quite forgotten, during the various uncomfortable stages of travelling, that is until I get home………
Me:
It is good to carry money
In crumpled wads
In paper bags
….repeated three times during the process of emptying carrier bag.
And so my God gradually answers……..in gentle tones:
‘The best way I like to carry money, actually, is messily.
Crumpled wads.
A paper bag is good’*
Andy Warhol
[*Words by Andy Warhol are from the Philosophy of Andy Warhol 1975]
Feeling better already. Never actually lost anything in a carrier bag. As far as I know.Gill McGrath©
By the lines singing mellow yellow
6.30 am.
Bright morning
Sky featureless and cloudless
Thought I had missed the sun
Put the kettle on, made the coffee
6.31 am.
Took a walk to the power lines
Saw the sun
Returned with gold inside my head
6.35 am.
In the kitchen
Drank the coffee
By nine, up there, cotton clouds are floating on blue
Diary. Gill McGrath today
Early sun over the hills
Wood: I could be your lady
In its past this aching lovely tree
Was pruned with heavy hands
And left with its weeping wounds to heal alone
Growing useful, monstrous, silent scars, accepted
As a kind of beauty on its own!
But, if you look close……
You’ll see just one scar still crying
Open there among the rest.
The lady sits there still in waiting, ready
To be shaped in new shades of beauty
By a gentle Sculptor’s pair of hands!
Gill McGrath.
(About a local tree. Part. Gnarled by pollarding) press the thumbnail for detail
Gill McGrath 