On a Hill in Wales, Father and Son

1.

To the beginning son, go back with me
Remember how I stood beside you when…

No, you only remember my absence.

Here we return with precision, an arrow
Fired by the great Tell who reveals us.
The apple on our heads, the gift of Eve
Who saw in us the beginning of Love.

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To the Sea

Morning over Cardiff
Looking to the sea
Across the city landscape
It’s beckoning to me

Wales

Night falls on the city
as daytime fades away
the cranes are still and silent
just up from Cardiff Bay

Evening Gold

Silhouetted here in contrast
against an azure sky
Like giant insects waiting
cranes in silent protest lie
And glorious behind them
behind the Western hills
The sun sets o’er the city
and everything is still

First Daisy

When I first see a daisy
in the sunshine I will sing
For it heralds Winter’s passing
and arrival of the Spring

History lost to time

Walked down the mile of Bute Street
to the pier head in the bay
Trod where the Glamorganshire canal
supplied the port back in the day

Progress

In Cardiff the old Custom House
has seen better days
as it and progress have at
some point parted in their ways

Cardiff

Made my way to Cardiff
on a Sunday afternoon
Six hours on a railway train
views from hotel room
The city streets below me
Welsh and English on the signs
Old and new in contrast
amongst the ancient lines

Home

Sing to my Heart a New, Old Song,
Oh Love long lost and so Far Away;
Sing me Home to Your Loving Arms
And Ne’re Again Let me Stray
From Your Grassy Fens and Viridian Wolds,
Where Promise Waits like a Beauteous Rose;
Ever Sing to my Heart of Days of Old,
Of Your Emerald Sea, of Hope and Prose.

Overlooking Cardiff

 

Overlooking Cardiff city
Its towers proud and tall
The castle in its grandeur
made me feel fairly small

Home

Sing to my Heart a New, Old Song,
Oh Love long lost and so Far Away;
Sing me Home to Your Loving Arms
And Ne’re Again Let me Stray

Acrostic Poetry Challenge.

 

How about entering a poetry challenge.

I would like everyone to try and write an Acrostic poem.

An acrostic poem is a poem that has a word down the side.

The poem has to be about the word that you have chosen. 

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So get your thinking caps on and let us all read your entries. 

There are no wonderful prizes, just the taking part in the challenge.

Poets who are not authors may leave their poem in “submit a poem here”, above.