Power struggle..

Copyright - A McNaught

Rediscovered

It is more than a hole in our lives,
it is a seive of sorrows where a thousand moments, memories, actions
suddenly sting with the new knowledge
that things will never be the same.

And yet, in the heightened rawness
of sensitivity we find new evidences that a life
can never fully end.

A gesture inherited; a look;
a figure of speech; attitudes, outlook -
and values that run like blood in the veins of personality
to keep you alive for generations
yet to come.

(c) A McN

Neither

Neither night nor day,
I walked in the grey light listening to the scold of blackbirdand the raucous pheasants cursing silence.

Neither wet nor dry,
I lay in a damp crackle of brown bracken,
watching the heath slope down a dark valley
to a glistening bog and the black frizz of winter wood beyond.

I was a child here once
nurtured in the solace of this loneliness and peace,
watching the night creep like ink between the clumps of gorse
and shivering at the shadow of the infinite;

neither afraid nor wholly comfortable.

(c) A McN

Dandelion Seeds

Floating,
Light and shining,
Bright inviting and delighting me..

Your love, like dandelion daughters dancing in the sun.

I cannot catch your love by force and cunning;
Snatching merely sweeps your love away.

Warm currents waft the silver bubbles high
I try to woo the winsome wind,
With gentle stroke invoke the laws of gravity and lead
the feathered seed to earth.

Gently, slowly,
Not to crush the beauty….
Here they come.
One by one they nestle in my palm.

I will not harm their fragile form.

Your love is borne to me on whispered breeze
I will not seize the gift you give or cause you hurt

But hold you gently
Near my heart.

(c) A McN

The child in me still has an overpowering urge to catch dandelion seeds or thistledown when I see them blowing. It is an art where gentleness and patience are rewarded, much the same as human love - or even divine love.