Saturday, 26 March 2016


This picture networked by A Savin

Faded flower petals
now residues of once

Water in the vase
requires new rain

Nightlight shines a way
to new tomorrows

This midnight hour
wont see us here again

New days must win
each battle by the hour

Tomorrow’s sun waits
hidden by the clouds

We stand together holding
tear tight hands

sailing slowly tying down
our steering shrouds

I found this astonishing picture 26th March 2016 posted  as 'picture of the day' on Wikimedia Commons I had spent some time considering ideas on how we might emerge from grief. A delicate subject at best but one we must all face at various times. May I recommend The Man Moves Earth by Cathy Song which caused me to reflect on grief stricken times and our continuance beyond.

In this rhyme I have used Shrouds from Oxford Dictionaries,com "(shrouds) A set of ropes forming part of the standing rigging of a sailing boat and supporting the mast or topmast."

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