The Buck

At the Buckingham Arms with my Bro for a beer
Our local, our pub - we both love it here
Conversation will flow and we'll have a good time
with a chat and a game over beer or a wine
It's our mindfulness tonic for mental health's sake
so we'll waste not a moment this pleasure to take

Track To Kindness

The poem pierces the night
a whistle that rounds the track
awakening the memory of
what not yet has happened

Mouth Me

Poem by Wendy Norman (Seafarrwide)

If you were a mouth nothing more nothing less

What thoughts and sentiments would you express

Watched closely you can see what it can be

A scarlet vermil tinctured gash swearing profanities

A pink rose bud singing words so pure and sweet

Beautiful Eyes

The eyes have been called the ‘windows of the soul’

Ill-nature and bad passions will show prominently in the eyes so behold

It is not so much the colour, the size, but more the expression that makes them beautiful

No amount of ink, pencil or colour will keep them youthful

For centuries women have studied the art of applications

Wind Tunes

Poem & Image by  Wendy Norman (Seafarrwide)

Wind whistles through the trees

Soft steps swish wet grass

Daffodils strewn along the path

Flashes of yellow shimmering

Striking a cord with the living