Once again, so tired last night that I forgot to press Publish – so here is yesterday’s post, a little late!
On one of our routes into town we pass a little stream.
Coming home there were lots of delicate Dandelion clocks. I loved this one especially, in the midst of wild Forget-me-nots.
The following poem by Dick Davis, has a metaphor which recalls for me the days when our four children woke up early – now, joy of joys, when the Grandchildren come to stay, it is they who crawl into bed with us and it isn’t a matter of ‘giving up’ but of relishing the moment! Here, I feel Davis’ simile has become those awful thoughts that intrude the moment one wakes to consciousness when the ‘mess’ of reality hits with a wallop.
6 A.M. Thoughts
As soon as you wake they come blundering in
Like puppies or importunate children;
What was a landscape emerging from mist
Becomes at once a disordered garden.And the mess they trail with them! Embarrassments,
Anger, lust, fear–in fact the whole pig-pen;
And who’ll clean it up? No hope for sleep now–
Just heave yourself out, make the tea, and give in.
valeriedavies
April 20, 2017 at 5:20 am
What a beautiful clear unpolluted stream,,, wonderful…and the poem !!!!
saymber
April 19, 2017 at 10:32 pm
Perfect poem for these times Sally. Much love to you today.
mybeautfulthings
April 20, 2017 at 7:22 am
Thank you. Love to you too.
Mandy Rolleston
April 19, 2017 at 8:42 am
Love the poem….thank you.
mybeautfulthings
April 19, 2017 at 2:46 pm
Very pleased it appealed to you too. xx