Coloured sand

I had a dream of coloured sand,

That slipped from hand to hand,

It surrounded and danced with me,

A colourful utopia that set me free.

 

It’s magical dreamscape world,

Caught my soul and unfurled,

The reef in my mind’s heart,

Firing up this imaginative art.

 

Crisp slopes of rainbow waves,

Fantasy and wonder enslaves,

The reach of this mystic vision,

Undermines reality’s derision.

 

I had a dream of coloured sand,

That slipped from hand to hand,

And there, within it, I found…

splendour! My mind unbound.

            © K.N.Liddington

 

Whitewashed in blue

The room,

the room,

suddenly –

whitewashed in blue.

This… this came too soon!

But – I will,

I will,

return to you.

 

Whitewashed in blue

and still, I think of you,

feelings like walls stripped

and whitewashed in blue.

But – I will,

I will,

return to you.

 

The light floods my eyes

whitewashed in blue,

oh, so tender memories of you.

But – will I,

will I,

be returned to you?

 

                                             © K.N.Liddington

Grenfell Tower / Our Saddest Hour

Nothing can express the pain, the shock, the sorrow,

That so many loved ones, will not see tomorrow.

Yet, too, there is overwhelming gratitude and pride,

In the heroism of those who braved the hell inside.

There is beauty in London’s outpouring of love and unity,

A coming-together for the victims of our community.

On a makeshift wall lies poignant commemoration,

Flowers and cards lay at the feet of devastation.

What now?

Now, there must be a decisive reckoning –

Cry a rage for change that’s deafening!

No more can they neglect to protect the poor,

We demand and must have so much more.

            © K.N.Liddington

The Skies Are Oceans

Are you a bird that flies in formation?

Or are you an individual of your creation?

Do you yearn for others and structure?

Or do you hunger for endless adventure?

I know what I am, coasting on clean clouds,

Flung high in mid-air far from the crowds.

The skies are oceans for my discovery,

These wings will keep beating my reverie.

© K.N.Liddington

The Sun, The Moon and The Star

The Sun shone down on us like there was no tomorrow,

Like her light shone so brightly it extinguished our sorrow.

The Moon beamed a glow that was peaceful and wise,

As our fear and discomfort waxes and dies.

The Star looks on the Sun and Moon with nought but love.

These guardian angels of mine – sent from above.

© K.N.Liddington

 

 

 

Manchester

Oh, great city of Manchester!

How our hearts go out to her.

Tales of bloody devastation,

Can only defy our imagination.

 

Yet, in such times of fear,

Look and know we are here,

One community for good,

Peace and love understood.

 

Your pain echoes and is felt,

With the awful hand dealt,

Yet, your strength is louder,

The world feels your power.

 

Gone  –  but not forgotten.

Hurt  –  but not stopped.

Live on, Manchester and thrive!

Because terror we will survive.

© K.N.Liddington

Gratitude

Enrobe yourself in gratitude,

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Give thanks for the plenitude,

Life can be full of unfelt wealth.

 

My, how I am grateful,

My heart and soul rejoice,

My body made mindful,

This happiness is a choice.

 

There is so much to cherish,

Each and every breath I take.

So much sweetness to relish,

From sun-up to close of day.

 

Embrace and exude gratitude!

Lighter the heart, clearer the eye,

It’s a celebration and an attitude,

Every morning it’s my reason why.

© K.N.Liddington