Life change

Busy, dizzy-  all speeds fast;

people on coffee

and adrenaline’s blast.

Hurrying, scurrying – all in a rush;

Life is chaotic

and time can’t last.

 

Bumping, annoying – this line’s so long!

strangers can’t see

that it’s all about me!

Anger and sarcasm flow as I scream;

hurting and hurling,

these “others” aren’t me.

 

Shocking and stopping – a moment in time.

Suddenly faced

with a heart that is kind!

Eyes seeing, heart hearing,

I’ve paused in the crush-

Life’s suddenly changed!

Author – Bill Tidsbury

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Journey’s curves

To yield, to seek, to laugh, to love;

The journey flows between the hills.

The curves ahead obscure the view,

of what will flow from each day’s tread.

I wander through this novel place.

It’s full of beauty, of fragrance full,

with moments shifting from grey to blue.

Hearts are seen as caresses grace

the moments we share unseen.

Then, hope gives way to loss.

Darkness floods the gloom

yet, brightened by the rising moon.

Glorious day soon paints things bright.

Pastel glory shines upon the hills.

Life renewed –

time again to choose-

my dream!

Author – Bill Tidsbury

Contagious vitality

Joy that springs

and dance that flings-

this radiance of a heart that lives

aflame!

Quiet whispers

that speak of grace.

Sparks lighting up the depths-

as fireflies!

Eyes that twinkle.

Hidden sparkles

reaching past infinity –

”Being” is found!!

Vibrant and alive,

the colours blossom,

the laughter soars-

as live is lived!

Holding hands-

heads thrown back.

Contagious vitality

in tranquility.

Author – Bill Tidsbury

Imagination

Imagination -inspiration’s rush!

It all just happens in a flash.

Certainties explode within life’s bedrock

as transposition breaks normalcy’s hush.

The shift is sudden, the growth absurd,

as light travels faster than what’s observed.

Time bows its head as vision clears

so what is seen is left behind for what will be!

My spirit soars above the plain;

I see both as I was and what I’ll be.

I dwell within a paradox

that “mind” tries desperately to quell.

Will I live free

or settle back and in my dullness be?

Author – Bill Tidsbury

Still Entwined

The crash of pain as thief’s violent shock,

opens wide deep wounds from history’s womb.

The crashing wave looms over all that’s dear,

We brace in rage, fearing crushing loss.

Yet ache to rest in lost fairytale’s bliss.

 

The welcome warmth of a heartfelt hug

that connects my heart, giving life to hope.

Spontaneous moments when our spirits join,

I feel the flow from life’s gracious source,

so stand renewed within destiny’s course.

 

The crash of pain … The warmth of heart.

The open wounds …. The balm of love.

The wave that looms … The Spirit’s touch.

The rage we feel …. The flame of life.

 

We are bound together, in grief or joy.

We live connected in the maze of life.

We seek escape and rush to pain,

while holding fast to crumbling fame.

Yet while entwined, I can still be “me”,

to live authentic, transformed and so free.

Author – Bill Tidsbury

Dandelion freckles

Brilliant freckles on the lawn;

glowing yellow, bright and fun.

Children love to pick and hold

common weeds that are so bold!

 

Soon the brilliance has been snuffed;

brightest colour now white fluff.

As the breezes flick and play,

little seeds just float away.

 

Cycles fill my world with zest.

Colours fade but seeds then sprout.

As I shift and dance in flight,

hope dreams big in fresh delight.

Author – Bill Tidsbury