Leave Me Not Grey. ~ Poem Collection By K.S Blackmore

Dealing with grieve – losing my mum, seems to have turned me into a bit of a “poet”. Most are of the theme nature. Scribbling as i call it {referring to the state of my paper!}, gives my brain something different to think about. I now seem to be seeing the world from a different angle. These “poems” i enjoy composing, & seems a shame if they just stay in my notepads……..

This first one is from the heart….. X

I Am Breath, Still.

Dearest kinfolk, I am breath. Still
A forgotten note, whitewashed in zinc.
Calendars turn, no thoughts. Stock-still.
Perhaps ones thinking, while others think.
A spider now, thus I feel.
A loss, in a night-dream. No leave.
Existing! On-stage, laundry pegged and wondering. Yet lips a seal.
In a forest sinking amid wild garlic, joined in grieve.
Frozen, numb. Eyes stare, emptied of screen-wash.
Submerged. To often the heart a squash.
My folk left stage. Yet I am breath, still
X



To nature with a smile,
 
In The Lea.

The world is looking really well.
In the lea, bumblebees and butterflies
A flutter. As paint of green, fresh, thrown! Comes a yell,
Action!! Green lights! Creatures fuel! Fresh again, tries.
For another summer with another year to flourish.
Straw hats? Rain coats? Best now to nourish!


But A red light.....

That Little Esprit.

i take a saunter in this moon of May,
Open wide ears! For two notes conducted,
Composes my summer….. But thus far dismay,
i foot-slogged…. to bleakness! The cuckoo abducted!
What of a kingdom, silenced of the king?!
To perceive my summer days adhere.
A glum, glum land. Ourselves we wring.
But blue not i! For tomorrow, next week too, me and my ear
Will come back still, for that little esprit
Will not steer clear of me!

 

Panic over. Take five……

Beside The River.

 

Beside the river. Close by a worn weir
Still. If only for five!
Swans. A broad, in no hurry, peer!
The rivers pace of life, a thrive,
Enchanting one and all. As always nature volunteers
The remedy. Not on ones own, basking
Too, wild creatures full of cheers!
Adams ale. Daily bread. All, asking!


Staying riverside with a promise ……

Leave Me Not Gray

 

When i run, to the river i head
With the drifting birds, i too return.
The river endlessly passing, sped
With a ton of innermost musings, free`d. As discern,
Oneself weathered back out, to where after?
Disembark! To immerse, wet toes or dry earth stay?!
Up river a thoroughfare of green chased after,
With a promise to leave me not gray

 

 

“Poems” fuelled by lots of cups of tea & a assortment of dark chocolate {what i call brain food!}. Composed with the help of vitamin D.

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