Poems written by carolplunkett

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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 Waterfall

The Waterfall short poem

When you stand in the thrall of the waterfall Overwhelmed by its crashing power When your cheeks feel the sting of its icy caress And you don’t know the day or the hour When your ears and your tongue are

Advancing

Advancing short poem

Beckon me through the maze Lighting my footsteps as I tread Quiet my heart to follow with no fear of what’s ahead Still my mind to sense the way Let my trust outlive this day May no harm or hurt

A Day

A Day short poem

When the dawn-bringer brings the dawn And golden cascades hang forlorn A milky light translucent finds A fractured chink in sleep-soaked minds And heralds morning bright with prospects Its full potential no-one suspects Detours and dreams as yet concealed That

In Spite Of

In Spite Of short poem

In spite of the world, I must do good No other course fulfils The sense of purpose for a life Correction for our ills Let drinkers drink, drug pushers push Let sex become their god Let me, for my part

Back To The Start

Back To The Start short poem

Sometimes we’re Adam and Eve again Sharing guileless our delight Sometimes our hearts collide unchecked Drinking in each other’s sight Sometimes the Earth feels very old And we in it deserve our place Sometimes our mingled breaths unite To form

Polliver Plum

Polliver Plum short poem

Polliver Plum picked up bubble gum And with it he wove a spell Creating a dome each child could call home Inside where the world was well He travelled the land with singers and band Attracting both girls and boys

Misty Morning

Misty Morning short poem

I love the misty mornings, Lord The days when I can’t see Beyond the garden’s leafy edge And things that bother me I love a world so small and snug A gentle cocoon shroud Where all I touch is soft

Saviour

Saviour short poem

You entered our landscape of suffering and suffered yourself for our sake You knew we were addicts recovering and trapped by our every mistake Our grief over goodness distorted would daily unsettle our souls And though we found routes to

The Fighter

The Fighter short poem

A heart become hardened by life’s painful knocks Can melt in the warmth of a smile And tender emotions locked tight in a box Awaken to brave a new trial A hope rendered fragile, extinguished by pain Can strengthen at

The Only Echo

The Only Echo short poem

Did man just hear the echo Of the Universe’s start? When something out of nothing Oscillated from a Heart? When Life, vast and unfathomable Occurred when it was not And Space and Time immeasurable Commenced its divine plot So that,

Winter Trees

Winter Trees long poem

I love to see the winter trees Their twisted boughs and bony knees Contorted knuckles, warted bark The lichens staining limbs so stark If they could speak, a tale they’d tell Of suffering through winter’s hell I love the springtime’s

The Sill Of Heaven

The Sill Of Heaven short poem

Let me rest my chin upon the sill of Heaven Hoisted up by unseen shoulders from below Let me gaze at hidden glories for a short while Before I, into my busy day must go Let me breathe the sights

Elation

Elation short poem

Gaze up with eyes adoring With the world a world away Let filtered light seep deep within Along your heart’s highway Dream dreams of golden goodness While in rapture you await The drenching shower of ecstasy That will all fears

The Fabric

The Fabric short poem

There is a fabric being woven, good and true A fabric that is added to, in every day, anew A tissue made of sacrifice, of hopefulness and love Each stitch a confirmation of a trust in things above Sometimes we

The Game

The Game short poem

If the game were to have what we wanted All the time, with each impulse, and when With the waits infinitesimal heartbeats So you get what you want, with no pain Without leaping, or jumping, or running Without straining, or

The Cream And The Coffee

The Cream And The Coffee short poem

Into bitter molten depths Treacle-dark and aromatic Swirled a creamy linen light Tantalising, limbs ecstatic Weak and trailing, meek and gentle Doomed at first to dark absorption Probing, twirling, infiltrating Spiralling with limp contortion Mild, yet purposeful and sure Edging,

Encounters

Encounters short poem

Most people we meet will be friends and not foes (Though truthfully, some people get up our nose!) Those moments together can bless us or blight us But thankfully most of our meetings unite us At times we wear prickles,

Wonder

Wonder short poem

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

Longing

Longing short poem

I may not break the cords of your indifference I may not touch the reaches of your heart I may not function fully in the way you’d like Nor play your dreamed of perfect partner part When I reach out