Though a trillion coloured droplets just refract to cause an arc And though atmospheric pressure can explain Aurora’s spark And the moon and sun’s alignment can account for sudden dark Still you wonder…..
While a flock of birds’ formation is just clever ebb and flow And their epic navigation is pure habit, don’t you know? Scientific explanation can account for where they go Still you wonder…..
Oh a butterfly’s perfection is mere camouflage, we hear And a baby’s soft complexion just ensures its mother’s care And the human heart’s affection is electrical, that’s clear Still you wonder…..
If we really are just carbon, why the need for poetry? Why does music spur our hearts on, lift our senses joyfully? Why the laughter and the heartache if it’s all just chemistry? Makes you wonder
I can't remember when I didn't write poems but as I've got older, I find they spill into my head, often at inconvenient times of the morning! I use to write them on my way to work, hence the title of my blog, but now I've given up to go trekking around in a campervan with my husband. Plenty of time to reflect on the world, though I don't claim to understand it any better....
The wind’s whisper rejoices, The oceans roar with praise, The sun magnifies Your glory, And the earth below is filled with glad tidings. Before time even began, You would know me intimately, And yet, I cannot help but to still
Alone in a forest in the night Whom would you, my friend, remember? When fear of the death traces your mind Whom would you, my friend, surrender? Whom do you think you owe this life? And whom would you say