I dived into the river
Playing amongst the stones
Skimming pebbles on the surface
And watching the ripples spread far and wide.
Monday, 31 January 2011
Sunday, 30 January 2011
Bonfire In the garden
I stand mesmerised by burning vegetation
White hot ashes
And swirling, curling billows of smoke
Carried and tossed around by the wind
Pushed and pulled in all directions
The heat warms my face
But my back remains cold.
White hot ashes
And swirling, curling billows of smoke
Carried and tossed around by the wind
Pushed and pulled in all directions
The heat warms my face
But my back remains cold.
Saturday, 29 January 2011
Birthday Cake
Green icing in a bag
Nozzle attached
No idea what I'm doing
What fun
Although
Not that pretty!!
Nozzle attached
No idea what I'm doing
What fun
Although
Not that pretty!!
Friday, 28 January 2011
Tulips
The first tulips of the year
Sit on my windowsill
Their treasure hidden
Tightly wrapped in green
I wait for the grand unfurling and opening
With anticipation.
Sit on my windowsill
Their treasure hidden
Tightly wrapped in green
I wait for the grand unfurling and opening
With anticipation.
Thursday, 27 January 2011
Transition moments
Five minutes
Spent collecting my thoughts
And closing my eyes
I move from worker to mother
The transition made
I go to scoop up my little ones.
Spent collecting my thoughts
And closing my eyes
I move from worker to mother
The transition made
I go to scoop up my little ones.
Wednesday, 26 January 2011
Early
I've been ahead of myself all day
I'm not sure how
But I'm enjoying the less frantic-ness of it!
I'm not sure how
But I'm enjoying the less frantic-ness of it!
Tuesday, 25 January 2011
Snowdrops
A speck, peeking from some leaves
Spots of white on sturdy green stems
Clustered together
A tentative sign
Life is returning to the garden.
Spots of white on sturdy green stems
Clustered together
A tentative sign
Life is returning to the garden.
Monday, 24 January 2011
Lunchtime in the Garden
A pheasant struts majestically past the window
His feathers gleam
He pauses to peck at something at his feet
Below him a thrush struggles
Pulling a worm from the harden ground
Leaves are thrown in the air beneath the blackcurrant bush
A robin appears triumphantly
It's lumchtime in the garden
His feathers gleam
He pauses to peck at something at his feet
Below him a thrush struggles
Pulling a worm from the harden ground
Leaves are thrown in the air beneath the blackcurrant bush
A robin appears triumphantly
It's lumchtime in the garden
Sunday, 23 January 2011
A Small Stone
A small stone
A moment in time, captured
Really seen, with all the senses
Going back to the things themselves
Looking for the essence
Struggling to put it into words
Making things seem new and fresh
Everyday phenomenology?
A moment in time, captured
Really seen, with all the senses
Going back to the things themselves
Looking for the essence
Struggling to put it into words
Making things seem new and fresh
Everyday phenomenology?
Saturday, 22 January 2011
Lap Cat
It's bitter sweet
A cat on your lap
Lovely warm, furry bundle of purryness
But sharp, kneading paws . . .
A cat on your lap
Lovely warm, furry bundle of purryness
But sharp, kneading paws . . .
Friday, 21 January 2011
Lazy Day
I sit
And knit
The click, click beats a rhythm
It calms and rests
And my mind soars and roams
And knit
The click, click beats a rhythm
It calms and rests
And my mind soars and roams
Thursday, 20 January 2011
Frozen Morning
Icy pigs
White with frost
Snuffle in the cold, hard earth
Brrrrrrrrr!
White with frost
Snuffle in the cold, hard earth
Brrrrrrrrr!
Wednesday, 19 January 2011
Sunrise
A hint of red hidden behind the trees
Fading to gold, pale blue then a bright blue sky
Promising a glorious day
Fading to gold, pale blue then a bright blue sky
Promising a glorious day
Tuesday, 18 January 2011
New moon
The moon rose early today
Greeting the sun before it set
A big, round sphere
Exuding it's bright light over the darkness
Greeting the sun before it set
A big, round sphere
Exuding it's bright light over the darkness
Monday, 17 January 2011
Tidying up
Two little tornado's rage through the house
Things are whisked up and dropped
I feel like Sisyphus behind them
Struggling to find meaning
Things are whisked up and dropped
I feel like Sisyphus behind them
Struggling to find meaning
Sunday, 16 January 2011
Catching memories
I look deep into his dear little face
Trying to capture this moment
This look
Etching it into my soul
Wishing to hold onto it forever
But knowing that this moment will soon fade
And with it my memory
Trying to capture this moment
This look
Etching it into my soul
Wishing to hold onto it forever
But knowing that this moment will soon fade
And with it my memory
Saturday, 15 January 2011
Something new
The door was only opened a little
Tentative steps taken towards something new
Then quite unexpectantly
New opportunities came rushing in
Filling the space with creative energy
Tentative steps taken towards something new
Then quite unexpectantly
New opportunities came rushing in
Filling the space with creative energy
Guest stones
Robin by my four year old daughter
I saw a Robin on the fence
It was tweeting a lovely song
These lovely small stones are from my brother
White swan gliding on a murky waterway
Feathers bright against dark surface beneath you
You leave now the promise of food not realised
My memory of you, but a dream
Golds, reds and greens
Autumn's treasure trove is opened fully
The wind harassing fragile jewels
Hanging dearly to their homes
I saw a Robin on the fence
It was tweeting a lovely song
These lovely small stones are from my brother
White swan gliding on a murky waterway
Feathers bright against dark surface beneath you
You leave now the promise of food not realised
My memory of you, but a dream
Golds, reds and greens
Autumn's treasure trove is opened fully
The wind harassing fragile jewels
Hanging dearly to their homes
Friday, 14 January 2011
Roof Tops
Standing proud
Shoulder to shoulder
Four chimney stacks pierce the sky line
Shoulder to shoulder
Four chimney stacks pierce the sky line
Thursday, 13 January 2011
The warm hearth
The fire crackles and spits
Orange flames lick and dance
All is well with the world
Orange flames lick and dance
All is well with the world
Wednesday, 12 January 2011
Squirrel's journey
Scamper, scamper, scamper
A wave of grey bounds across the road
It's grey tail follows it's body's trajectory
Quick, quick little squirrel a car is coming!
A wave of grey bounds across the road
It's grey tail follows it's body's trajectory
Quick, quick little squirrel a car is coming!
Tuesday, 11 January 2011
Change
Despite our best intentions and resolutions
It is difficult to change
When our feet urge us down familiar and well- trodden paths
It is difficult to change
When our feet urge us down familiar and well- trodden paths
Monday, 10 January 2011
Winter's morning
Jack frost did a merry dance all over our garden while we slept
Covering everything in a blanket of white
It crunches underfoot
Sparkling and glistening like diamonds when the sun catches it
Covering everything in a blanket of white
It crunches underfoot
Sparkling and glistening like diamonds when the sun catches it
Sunday, 9 January 2011
Icy Walk
A satisfying crunch
Icy puddle under wellied foot
Cracking and splintering
Sending icy shards skidding out in front
Icy puddle under wellied foot
Cracking and splintering
Sending icy shards skidding out in front
Saturday, 8 January 2011
M&S Sale
A row of grey-haired gentlemen sit
Patiently
As their wives scrummage around for bargains
Patiently
As their wives scrummage around for bargains
Friday, 7 January 2011
A good day for ducks
The day struggles to get light
Rain pounds outside
Making rivers of the road
Rain pounds outside
Making rivers of the road
Thursday, 6 January 2011
Twelfth Night
The room is bare
A hint of pine lingers in the air
The twinkle and sparkle have gone
All packed away
Till Santa comes again.
A hint of pine lingers in the air
The twinkle and sparkle have gone
All packed away
Till Santa comes again.
Wednesday, 5 January 2011
Everyday Life
Back to school
Back to work
Back to the old routine
Trying to stay true
Above the herd mentality
Tuesday, 4 January 2011
Farewell Old Friend
Death knocked on my back door today
An unwelcome present, so still
Just sleeping?
Tenderly turned in my hand
A russet red breast
Farewell my friend
I'll miss your cheery presence in the garden
O pussycat, pussycat, what have you done?
An unwelcome present, so still
Just sleeping?
Tenderly turned in my hand
A russet red breast
Farewell my friend
I'll miss your cheery presence in the garden
O pussycat, pussycat, what have you done?
Monday, 3 January 2011
Surprise
Oh
An egg!
Glancing into a bowl on the windowsill
A tiny little pale blue egg
All spotted and flecked with brown
With moss stuck to it's side
Picked up in the garden last summer
And forgotten about
Sunday, 2 January 2011
Sunday Morning
Sunday morning
The day stretches out before us
What to do?
Two small children dance at the foot of the bed
Calling out for activity
I sink into the warm bed's embrace and choose not to choose
for the moment
Saturday, 1 January 2011
Time
We watch time as the minutes slowly move towards Midnight.
A New Year starts and carries with it potential, hope and aspirations.
The clock doesn't notice though and time marches on regardless.
My Small Stone
My friend Fiona over at Planting Words has come up with this international project, A River of Stones, which she started with her fiance Kaspa to encourage people to engage with the world through writing a short observational piece every day during January.
I thought it was a great idea and a good way of kicking starting this blog - which quite frankly it needs! It seems doubly apt as Fiona and her blogs inspired me to start this! So I'm going to try and give it a go and to give myself an extra challenge I'll attempt to give my small stone an existential feel if possible. I hope you will check back to see how I am getting along!
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