Poetry Blog by Stephen W Atkinson
How free, flows the raging river
How free, float the clouds
How free, sways the luscious grass
How free, stand trees so proud
How free, swirls the playful wind
How free, tides ebb and flow
How free, the sunlight bathes the earth
How free, wild flowers grow
How free, the stars prick night with gold
How free, the moon that shimmers
How free, roam creatures of ...
Tuesday 22nd September 2020 12:25 pm
Modern world blocking the transmission?
Too much traffic?
A world too erratic
Does the whispering grass still play a tune
Or has brick and mortar brought it to ruin?
This world is so fast!
Take me back to the past!
It makes such a din!
I don't know where to begin!
bloody cars everywhere!
If I had any left,
I'd pull out my hair!
Saturday 19th September 2020 6:41 pm
(Wrote during the post Brexit
What a wonderful thing!
The freedom of a vote that counts
Makes my lickle heart sing!
The Magna Carta, the 2nd Reform
The start of our foundations
The principles of all free worlds
The lifeblood of our nation
The Suffragettes - great heroines
Spilled blood to earn the right
They would not bow or break or bend
Friday 18th September 2020 5:28 pm
The fading embers of her mind
Drift away to a long-ago time
To shrouded visions of some young girl
A time of wonder, a world to unfurl
Through fields she would dance humming a tune
Losing herself amidst the sweet scent of bloom
A fragrant-filled-feast for her lungs to consume
Within the wonderful freedom of nature's playroom
And as the shimmering Sun went down
She would dance throug...
Thursday 17th September 2020 12:17 pm
She'd been told with much conviction
How the window was a shield.
For outside there lurked a wicked thief
And her breath this thief would steal
But, her family stood beyond the pane
A daughter, granddaughter & son
Who'd send out smiles like rays of light
And through the glass they'd come
She blows them kisses, and shakes her fist
In case this thief's about...
Tuesday 15th September 2020 10:45 pm