How do you measure a dream?
In feet, grams, litres, brush strokes?
Meters of films stashed somewhere?
Dancing quietly upstream,
With the sharp eyes of an hawk,
Storm of meteor showers.
My Poems
Message from a jilted generation
My Poems, writingYou feel so tired
and yet you keep on scrolling
Looking for disillusions,
Something new to believe in.
Your life is like a
bad internet connection:
Doesn’t seem to get going,
Sporadic, scattered.
Up or down. Or is it both?
A tale of motherhood
My Poems, Thom, writingIt begins like a Tempest,
With a storm at sea.
I do feel like adulthood
is over rated.
It’s a palette of feelings:
Cows know the way
My Poems, writingCows know their way home.
They know when to venture out
When the grass is sweet
then they know when to head back,
up the beaten track.
May is gone…
bird watching, Birds, My Poems, photography
May has vanished in a flash.
She’s disappeared. Gone. Like that.
Nesting birds
Lost in thoughts
The garden still needs cleaning.
Our Time Here…
activism, Animal Communication, Animals, My Poems, photography
Frog said: “Humans need to help the wild animals and the wildlife, we need it! Help the wildlife in your garden or in your area. Don’t assume that wild animals would rather be left to take care of themselves, this is no longer the case. Things are beyond that now and in order to survive a lot of wild animals need a bit of support… so feed the wild animals who live around you, build a pond in your garden to support us… Humans have caused a lot of damage on wildlife and now we need humans help to undo what they’ve done. It’s important for our survival. More and more wild animals go close to human habitats to see if they can find help or just scavenge some food. We are on the decline, our habitats are fragile and we need help. Thank you for washing me and taking such good care of me.”
I’m not sure if I will be able to put all this into words… I chose the images above as a way to convey hope, a love for nature and the small things in life.
Our Time Here:
Even though nature is in a crisis, and huge transformations and changes need to happen,
Even if the governments seem to make a point of getting it all wrong,
Despite the fact that money and the interests of a few people seem to prevail,
Over the fate of the planet and the rest of her inhabitants…
I have hope.
Clinging onto time…
My Poems, photography, portraits, Thom~Trying to capture,
These fleeting moments:
Grains of sand, running through my fingers…
Ink
My Poems, writingStaying still, saying nothing,
Even when I’m dying to.
But Think. Think: Consequences
Before she even attempts
To articulate your thoughts.
Silence
My Poems, NatureBrown bird, on the fence
Say nothing, stay still.
A mindset, a stream.
Breathe deep, change the lens
No sliding down hill.
Life is but a dream.
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