Magic comes in unexpected moments
Patiently waiting to blow your mind
With wonder, the beauty of lightning
Striking beside a rainbow
Two great luminaries appearing together
Was it planned by Nature, or magic?
waiting behind the scenes, giving pleasure
to those lucky enough to see it
The timing of such an event must be astronomical
I would place such a happening alongside
the seven wonders of the world
An unexpected gift from the Universe…
My thoughts take on a different colour
Depending on the words or who is speaking
A child can come across as pink and fluffy
Other times crazy, like a kaleidoscope
Full of wonders, possibilities
Speak too fast and the colours spar
Like a fuse about to blow
Angry voices bring dark storm clouds
Across windswept seas, lightning flashing
Lovers whispering on a park bench
In purple twists of blue swirling patterns
Joined in harmony, floating like smoke on the wind
When they kiss, I see a river of lights?
A festival of love
Bird song, a touch of stardust laced with moon beams
I care not that people think me a loon
This is how I see my world…
Anita saw this image and promptly came up with a poem to go with it…
Soapy bubbles, rainbows made
By tiny wizard on water’s edge
Reflected time within the spheres
With village green
a lighthouse towers
to guide the way
People yet he must find
A string of pearls lies in his wake
Each shining soul he will make
bubbles blown with love in mind
an eco-system on the lake
no bubbles burst with magic made…
I find myself lost in a wonderland and time
Wrapped in old magic, a kiss to the mind
To be lost in such a world is like being reborn
My heart knew this world to be free of darkness
Washed with strange things, the eyes seek to find more
Every fruit you have ever eaten, grown on one large tree
Rivers run with ever changing rainbow colours
Feathered friends whistle by, their metallic colours flashing
Flowers bow their heads in morning greeting
Rain falls around you, watering the ground
Nurturing this strange place
I see a house beyond the woods with diamond glow
Dare I knock, find who lives here?
My heart beats so hard,
I thought the occupant heard my approach
The golden feathered knocker lifted, banged down once
Before I could reach my hand to it
For a moment I believed the door opened by itself
For I saw only a bright light
I closed my eyes in silent prayer
Please let there be a friend standing there
On opening my eyes, my mouth flew wide
Her hair of gold like a summer corn field
Grew to her waist, her eyes a mixture of blue and green
Her smile welcoming, her beauty would wear no words
I seem to be lost, I said in a voice I hardly recognized
“You are exactly where you need to be.
Welcome, you are in time for tea.”
Would food be as I remembered?
I stepped inside and it feels like home…
There has long been a standing joke in our house, that it is impossible for me to leave anything alone.
Never satisfied, that’s me.
They just don’t understand. I constantly wonder if a creation, doesn’t matter what it is, could be better. It’s not really my fault if something inside of me instinctively seems to detect less than perfection in almost everything I do.
This habit, unfortunately, does include people, but on this occasion, I am talking about those things I can possibly improve!
If you have followed my trail at all, you will probably know all about the countless changes I keep making in my endeavours to create the perfect book/cover/blurb.
Again, not my fault if these improvements present themselves to me. I have never been one of those ‘that will do’ people, and my antics drive me just as insane as anyone watching.
But there is one thing I constantly change and I love doing it. Not because I am looking for perfection mind you, but simply because I can. And as it is a constant source of inspiration, it is well worth the bother. I am talking about the screensaver on my PC.
I found this site on the web called ‘WallpapersEveryday’ that allows you to change your screensaver image every five minutes if you wish. You can even have a slideshow of all your favourites, but these tend to make me giddy.
They have thousands of images, something for everybody, and I have found some truly beautiful images on there to inspire me.
I firmly believe that one of the first things you see every morning should be beautiful and inspiring… No peeking in the mirror then!
When she loved me,
midnight was never dark
The moon always full,
my bed never cold
My heart ever full,
the touch of her lips
Never fading, a permanent reminder
Of when she loved me.
Now I care not for midnight skies,
The stars have fallen
from their velvet mooring
Music has no melody,
ocean waves crash
against lonely shores, soundless.
The sun has lost its warmth
The smile on a strangers face
no longer delights me
I am outside my body looking in,
As I sit remembering
when she loved me…