Best Worksun Poems
Pleasure is.
So sweet the seasons sounds,
That makes for those summer days.
Skies make for a back drop of hues of blue,
Sweet mowing grass now sheared as hay.
Upon my face the beads of perspiration,
As I wipe my fevered brow.
The days now long as I swing forth the scythe,
High above the sun beats down.
A shout breaks my concentration,
For it is Mary who is my love.
Under a large oak tree she shelters,
Truly a pure vision from above.
For with her a wicker basket,
Its contents now lay out before.
She beckons me come forward,
Asl my senses cry out for more.
In her tender arms my head gently lies,
Beneath a canopy of green.
Dappled sun light highlights her flowing hair,
For the world id trade, for these moments gleaned.
©N . Windle. 2009
Mornings brilliance
lets the sun spread it’s grin
Slowly warming the beds
awakening the flowers
as they raise their heads
birds chorus dawns delight
melancholic tunes contrite
Nature’s charms begin to stir
Doors slam shut and engines whirr
A shout of ‘Hello’, or ‘Good morning dear’,
Friendly waves and nods of cheer
Then traffic jams and people queue
Paper stands sell the daily news
Off to work the adults go
mums to school with kids in tow
A lovely day is off to start
Fulfilled with joy ‘till sun departs.
Trapped on an Island
An Island made of steel
Cages of grating cover me
While the mist in the ocean fills
Wind pushing it's way forward
Leaving me behind
Counting down the hours
When will it be my time
Yelling out loud in the dark
But no one can hear my cries
Waiting for the sun to show it's face
And open up it's beautiful skies
Waiting for a bird to come calling
Waiting to hear its wings in the wind
On an Island I am trapped!!!
And here I will stay
Watching the sun Descend
Waiting for my time to go in
As the sun ends its journey at the end of day
In my cozy little corner of the world
When darkness rolls in and long shadows grow short
Wide awake as the noon day, I become
When sun flowers fall asleep among cool green grass
Tiny fireflies light their torches
Illuminating garden sanctuaries
This is when I find, all tasks at hand,
Seem less daunting and easier to tackle
As the kitchen light’s turned off,
My mental switch turns on
In my bed, my favorite chair, or sometimes
At the desk, I am free, relaxed,
I travel destinations, far and near
With no interferences, no traffic stops, I write
Poems, lyrics, just random thoughts
From deep within heart and mind
While some end their toil at sun light’s fading
And lie down bodies worn and weary
My mind comes alive, free from distractions
Mind and body are totally in sync