Something New – Poetry Journal

When Rio suggested a poetry journal excitement ran through me with such force, I realised that I had to give it a go.I know I like to write a poem on a daily basis and it is often very random. Here was an opportunity to write a poem which might reflect my mood, where I am at, what my thoughts are on a given day and what made me write a poem.

So here goes, Something New to get my teeth into. So today’s poem came from the inspiration of a surfer who I chatted to on twitter. Mad I know. I don’t surf and never have done, however he made me feel that I wanted more to life. I wanted perfection each day, what ever that may be.

Blue Skies as far as the eye can see

Surf rolling, high crests rising

Sun sparkling on the waters edge

Surfers riding the waves

Hope paddling out,

shock as the wave is caught,

Amazed as each wave is ridden,

Ecstasy as they glide with the water,

Disbelief of the power of the wave,

freedom, speed with the breaking surf,

Spiritual feeling, at one with nature,

One foot in the sand

one in the water

waiting for the perfect wave.

My Random Musings
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New, Newer, Newest

Is this new, newer, and newest.

Have I just bought it

Was it just produced?

A new book, a film, a song

Is it a kind of now exiting?

Or appearing for the first time.

It’s not a new concept,

But new knowledge, just found

Its newness is unfamiliar,

It’s strange, a new idea

A visit to a place

New to me, will it make me better

Different,from the former me.

A fresh new start, unused

Will I be a new me?

So in a new era, a new world,

Planted with newness around me.

Flowers growing, fresh green grass,

New buds wakening,

The spring is here,

A new person awaits

So I ring out the old

And sing in the new

Contrasting Day

The bright blue skies have turned into light grey

The blazing sun is now hiding away

The blistering heat is now a cool gentle breeze

Cracks in the dry ground are huge muddy puddles

Stifling humid air has turned fresh and light

There is a newness to the grass covered in rain

I don’t mind the contrast it makes a nice change

Regardless of weather I’m still smiling

each day brings adventures all fresh and new

 

Persimmon Sun

Persimmon Sun rises in the east,

It shines like a bright jewel in the sky

Catching its warm rays on my face

I bask in the early morning sun

 

The blue sky stretches as far as I can see

There are no clouds to taint it

There is  a freshness to the morning air

A slight chill in the soft breeze

 

In the distance there is a mist so strange

Just the tops of the trees peep though it

Above the sky is clear and blue

Underneath is lost for the moment

 

Its five in the morning, there is nothing quite like it

The morning dew shines in the orange light

There is an innocence at this time of the day

A purity that is refreshing as a new day dawns.