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

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Seeing fresh

Young girl scowls- she is so bored

as boat plows on so endlessly.

Shifts can come so quietly

when someone helps to shift our gaze.

Blind and sleepy boredom jolts awake

with creative spark’s awakening flare.

Light it dances on the waves.

Coral seas paint randomly.

Colours flow beneath the bow,

while up above, tern’s antics sing such joy.

Mysterious cays emerge in mist –

the feeling’s like she’s caught in dreams!

Eyes – they’ve opened and they’ve seen.

 

Mysteriously,

life’s peculiar grace sings in harmony.

Girl’s eyes sparkle as if alive!

T’is only beauty’s awakening

within her natural form.

 

Seeing fresh’s a gift!

Author – Bill Tidsbury

On being the One.

Young girl with eyes so bright,

listens with hope instead of fright.

The hope is strong, I can feel the shift,

of power found, of dreams that lift.

The spirit deep within her feels,

the awakening hint of sparks that flare.

She senses deep within a force.

that yearns for her to dance of course!

The music hints of a grander role,

so tied to dreams once only mourned.

Her breath at moments, is caught and held,

as mystery sings and her heart just rings.

It all connects with the Spirit’s breath,

whose fire inspires as she flees her death.

The power flows freely to break the chains,

of life that’s lived under fears domain.

 

She sits up straighter-

her eyes are clear!

There’s steel in her backbone!

There’s strength in her arm!

She’s stepped out of passive

she’s ready to run,

with dreams that inspire

to actually become!

 

The sun still is shining, the rain will still fall,

but she has become the valiant, the One!

Author – Bill Tidsbury

Honours blessing

Heart’s that can be lifted upward,

yearn to see the light of day.

When they feel the Spirit’s urging,

they can breathe and so can say:

“I was drowning, scared, uncertain,

when a light shone clear as day.

Now I’m joyful, in this moment

as I dance upon my grave.’

 

Little words and fingers touching,

say that fragile trust’s been born.

Chains of shame lie shattered, silent.

Instead of shame, now, honour’s fame

sings with intimacy’s connection’s won.

Recognition is never status,

it is heart’s delighted trust

in one who gives and doesn’t run.

 

Honour’s blessing is often hidden,

as I walk life’s dusty trails.

I am living, simply giving,

who I am, with this jaded orb!

Yet the tendrils of love’s fragrance,

is a force that builds with time,

as my heart is more transparent,

and my eyes just won’t be blind.

Author – Bill Tidsbury

Colour’s exploding ( a community event with paint and bright chalk powder )

One announcement celebrates life-

little children pouring in.

Hope’s alive when hands reach out –

child delights when safe.

Big strong muscles used to enforce,

now lift high with laughing joy.

Hearts once hard

form sweet chocolate’s grace,

as kids cling close

and feel heart’s embrace.

 

Running, yelling- hectic surge,

heart’s are racing,

chalk dust swirls.

Then within the whirling craze,

steps a face –

that’s pink and green,

smeared by laughing tiny hands.

Bright eyes shining,

heart’s enthralled,

big fighter rises-

soaring on adoring eyes.

A moment caught and treasured still,

when for an hour, a warrior found

his life made whole

through a child’s soul.

Author- Bill Tidsbury

Reaching Beyond

Eyes that sing even when heart’s still weighed.

Eyes that open hope’s grace while frayed.

Heart that battles to live with light

even though mercy has taken flight.

 

Smile that reaches beyond the form.

Smile that sings during the storm.

Body though bent and doubled with age,

still has strength to shatter the cage.

 

Hand that reaches out to caress.

Hand that’s broken yet still can bless.

Spirit undaunted that’s framed to shine,

all of the wonder of what’s sublime.

Author – Bill Tidsbury