Junctions

The road I travelled just made me fly.

I journeyed through some mountains rare.

But then I came to find it stopped!

There was no road ahead.

I could turn off towards the left –

it’d take me off to who knows where!

Yet too I had an option speak to me

to seek the right which led me back

to places where I could expand

and be myself, yet more.

 

And there I sat, I made no choice!

I could not choose that which is unknown.

I dithered often, but still was stuck

within a car that once had run

with furious pleasure yet now was trapped,

just sitting waiting as my heart felt torn.

I woke up to a horn’s demand!

Another traveler on the road.

He too was trapped behind my “stuck”.

How could I move, I could not choose

It seemed so simple, yet,

my heart it sighed – I could’ve died,

still waiting for the road ahead

to open wide and let me be

to run with fun into the sun,

upon a road no longer there.

 

So there I prayed for courage – strength,

to cease this choice that froze my dare,

and make a move both bold and rare.

-a choice to start again with flair!

So, once again with fresh delight

I’ve opened up some doors.

Not bound by indecision – to soar!

Author – Bill Tidsbury

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Eye’s delight

Eyes are bright, so full of light!

Sparkles glow in eyes that know.

Innocence weeps when shame is deep,

yet love softens this dagger’s glares.

Child’s eyes are sweet yet wise.

Ancient souls have sight as gold.

Pupil’s whisper brings love’s shiver.

Giggles flicker in windows glitter

Eyes that speak they give us meat.

Eye’s delight can shift our plight.

When my eye will close I die.

Yet, in your eye my life can fly.

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

Perfection

Perfection looks so different

as I try it on for size.

I stand before the mirror

and pose with what’s outside!

There are those who’re smarter still,

they’ve learned to use technology

to sketch the ideal pose.

I’ve known those who simply make

perfection stretch o’er that which is.

While others have a loftier goal

and seek to make things hide.

I chose to paint the outside,

with glitter paint so bright,

while inside me I hid and cried,

with my heart all cold and dry.

Then one day I heard  the muse,

simply and profoundly say –

perfection’s best is simply met

in grace’s mercy healing stream –

transparently – without a fee.

I’m made uniquely,

there’s really only one of me.

The value found is not in clones,

but in my own delightful joy,

living fully “me” and now made whole.

Author – Bill Tidsbury

Stumbling in the dark

My path at night is dark and gloomy,

It’s hard to see without a light.

The roots that trip and things that claw me,

surprise my heart and I take flight.

Yet on this same path in the daytime,

I walk without a care and even play!

I never ponder why I’m fearless,

when deep within I see the way.

Yet now I found my little flashlight,

its bright and shines like mid-day sun.

The world though dark has been enlightened,

and now my my inside’s bright and fun!

Its as I walk with no light seeing,

that darkness fills my world inside.

My future’s dark, uncertain – fearful,

I jump and startle at things that hide.

But when within me light shines brightly,

I shine love’s joy as if a beam,

what comes back sweetly, living in me

is life’s delight with wonder’s theme!

Author – Bill Tidsbury

Oh so free

Small parrots, loud parrots, flocking declare-

“we are the owners of all that is air!”

If life could be measured only by sound,

then surely their claim

would be their’s all year round!

 

Small lizards, fast lizards sitting in sun.

lying in pleasure  except when they run!

If life’s delight could tolerate heat,

then all of my memories

could be sampled still sweet!

 

Small child, bright child, swings unaware,

Singing so blissful without any care.

If all of my focus can dance oh so free,

then sparkles aplenty

will caress those like me!

Author – Bill Tidsbury

On a swing

Little girl on a swing, she delights me as she sings.

She is four and she adores, one who laughs and plays some more.

Little boy her friend so fine, they can fight and not be kind.

When competing for my hand they become a lot less grand.

 

Little girl she seems to find, so much love in all who’re kind.

Yet she’s learning life can be, something hard that makes you flee.

Little boy, he feels so proud, when He knows he is allowed,

to assist in chores for Dad, He believes he’s quite the lad.

 

Little girl, she’ll grow up soon, join the mess that fills each room.

She’ll forget this wondrous joy, use her body as’er employ.

Little boy may learn to hate, the gentle soul that is his trait.

He’ll reduce his life to fights, pushing hard to take his rights.

 

So we grow as tender shoots, ’til foul deeds crush with their boots.

What was grand is soon forgot, fantasy stills our deadly thoughts.

Still, I see in each young eye, a promised hint that God draws nigh.

I do believe in wonders born, cause treasure’s formed in what’s forlorn!

Author – Bill Tidsbury