Poetry Blog by Estelle Haward
Peace is a road leading to the place
where the green of winter is holding fast
against the browns of summer’s advance..
Peace is stepping on wood old as life
on a path damp and wet
and filled with colour, reflections and
the smell of nature in cycles
Peace is listening to the lapping water that
edges and amplifies the sounds
of birds settling all a-rustling on the banks...
Monday 24th October 2016 2:31 pm
a life time
Thursday 29th September 2016 8:30 am
There comes a point when the lines crossing and interweaving our lives are blurred,
not only by tears,
but especially by you and me and want and is....
your soul crying herself to sleep at night
wedged between duty and obligation
and forgotten overused words and emotions...
Monday 12th September 2016 1:18 pm
Thoughts of a life
choices and promises
to a soul's
Monday 12th September 2016 12:11 pm
times and places and being....
always just out of reach...
glimpses flitting between lenses...
shimmering a way off
in the play of the light in your eyes...
from the window to my soul...
Monday 12th September 2016 10:07 am