Poetry Blog by Amy McCawley
Friday 21st June 2013 8:15 pm
Thursday 20th June 2013 7:45 pm
Thursday 20th June 2013 5:12 pm
The sun subsides.
Cold wind rides the waves, across the sea.
Cruel to her.
Darkness starved of light.
She, fights to survive.
Harsh pains of ovewhelming rains, and frosty dawns.
Winter scorns her.
She withers, to stem as petals fall to soils too hard to nourish,
or flourish from.
Long gone summer showers.
Warm rays of empowering long days.
Wednesday 20th July 2011 8:00 pm
God, plucks few of us for the vase of history,
from his garden of flowers and trees,
all different in petals and leaves.
She is blossoming.
He does not doubt, he knows.
This flower grows better, the wetter the tears of human nature make the ground around her.
She catches the sun, the more that is done to her.
Rises from the...
Wednesday 13th July 2011 9:11 pm
What's life minus soul.
Soaking up rain and still dry to the core of being.
Bathing in sound but caught in all encompassing silence.
I feel droplets on my cheeks,
then the thirst of drought within subsides.
I am deafened by waves of joy and laughter.
I am showered with hope.
This is life's rain.
Tuesday 5th July 2011 8:55 pm
This waiting room, like life.
Slow but never sure.
What are they waiting for?
Why are all these people around?
what is that sound?
Only solemn faces,
In these types of places,
Dispare on display.
I want to look away.
But I stare in wonder,
And ponder, life, from this waiting room
Tuesday 5th July 2011 8:50 pm
I write in rhymes to make hard times seem easier defined,
as a chorus of growth and empowerment.
You see all thoughts become relevant,
in opposition to benevolent ways.
Far behind me are my self destructive days, that phase.
Our existence is melodic. A gift.
Still upon it,
we place expectations and material needs,
Thursday 23rd June 2011 10:40 pm
If all good things end...
An endless search for satisfaction.
Is this a cruel joke?
A treadmill of experience we run.
Must all good things end?
If to start is to learn,
The journey or the destination.
Which holds worth?
What I know...
...what I don't know, if all good things end.
Wednesday 22nd June 2011 5:18 pm
‘A body with character’
A wise woman would say.
OUR NAKED TRUTHS.
Hips to thighs,
stretch marks to wrinkled eyes.
Hide, we all do.
We say we don’t, but we do.
Hide. I wont.
MY NAKED TRUTH.
All I have, all I need.
All these things tell me I have grown.
You see, the thing I’d never known,
before this time.
Is that I’m fine in this body that’s m...
Wednesday 22nd June 2011 5:15 pm
You fear change.
We fear fate.
And ever variable,
time and space,
emotion and place.
The reciprocation of love and elevation,
but then rejection.
Fear, it spreads like infection of the mind.
Like insects breeding within.
So I begin, I wonder.
What do I acquire to quench desire?
How to be, what to say or ...
Tuesday 21st June 2011 6:48 pm
Where the heart is,
Even if the family fuss and fight,
Smells like good cooking,
sounds like banter, and laughter.
a happy ever after,
but still a haven.
Sanctuary of love.
Pictures of smiles, and words from the wise.
Though I move, from place to place,...
Tuesday 21st June 2011 6:40 pm
Lost for words as I try to compose,
like the greats before me.
An ode of purpose.
Alongside me will they ever be, or me
Striving to be a creator of positive terms as these beats and words churn within me like butter.
The only thing to do with this dairy delight is to spread it,
upon the bread of female st...
Tuesday 21st June 2011 6:34 pm