Pure

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I created this poem being inspired by the workshop ‘Blue is the light that got lost…’ hosted by Gaia Holmes. Kings Cross Library, Halifax, England. I attended it on 02/03/24.

I read this poem at Rhubarb Poetry Night (70th Anniversary) at the pub Cultures, Saltaire, Bradford on 29/05/24

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He circled around her

Whispering in blues,

Blue melody

Trees breezed

In a summer night

She melted in divine blue,

Blue moon

Witnessed

How blue they were

Scattering over them

Stars hammered in silver

Taking out

Of his indigo pocket.

02/03/24

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I created this poem being inspired by the workshop ‘Blue is the light that got lost…’ hosted by Gaia Holmes. Kings Cross Library, Halifax, England. I attended it on 16/03/24.

I read it at Rhubarb Poetry night, at The Triangle pub, Shipley, Bradford, England on 27/03/34

Published on  Facebook pages - Absolutely Yours - Poetry, Lyrics & Music , 'Art, Literacy, Poetry',  Beautiful poems & quotes, Dzeja No Sirds, Facebook Poetry Society,  Global poet & poetry, Igniting The Spark, Invisible Poets, Ivo Bierands,  Life through poetry & writing, On My Mind,  Poems & Poetry, Poetry Autopsy, Poetry lover, Poetry Prompts, Poetry UK,  Poetry Universe, Poetry world, The hands on poem writers, The Love of Poetry, The poetry club on 22/11/24

I watch her smoky blue

Thin body frame

Standing in a high gothic window

Casting a navy blue shadow

Over the silver floor,

She doesn’t want

My tenderly blue touch.

Her ice-blue mind

Wants stormy silence

In this smouldering blue hour.

I see

Snowy blue moon

behind her head.

She looks holly.

The clock on the wall

Is ticking

Washing blue gold away.

Making us to fear

Face Indigo fading away. 

16/03/24

What a bluebell dream about.

This poem is written at Gaia Holmes’s workshop in Halifax Kings Cross Library on 20/04/24 and our topic was Bluebells.

I read it in the Serendipity Extraordinary Ordinary anthology book launch at Lawrence Batley Theatre on 21/04/24, Rhubarb Poetry night, at The Triangle pub, Shipley, Bradford on 24/04/24

Publiahed on Facebook pages - Absolutely Yours - Poetry, Lyrics & Music,  'Art, Literacy, Poetry',  Beautiful poems & quotes, Dzeja No Sirds,  Facebook Poetry Society, For The Love of Poetry, Global poet & poetry, Igniting The Spark,  Invisible Poets, Ivo Bierands, Life through poetry & writing, On My Mind, Poems & Poetry, Poetry (35K members), Poetry Autopsy, Poetry Groups, Poetry lover, Poetry Lovers, Poetry Official, Poetry Prompts, Poetry UK, Poetry Universe, Poetry world, Poets & poetry lovers, The hands on poem writers, The Love of Poetry, The Passion of Poetry, The poetry club, The Poetry Corner Official, Urdu poetry – Love Poetry Sad Poetry on 09/12/24

Trees and animals told me

Autumn is handsome.

And...

I fell in love with him,

I dreamed

I could be here longer

And see his smiling face

I would give him myself away

And let him paint me

In colours  

I had never been before

Reds and yellows, browns and oranges

I would be his princess

He would be my prince 

From my wildest Indian summer dreams. 

20/04/24

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This poem is written at Gaia Holmes’s poetry workshop session at Kings Cross Library, Halifax.

Absolutely Yours - Poetry, Lyrics & Music, 'Art, Literacy, Poetry', Beautiful poems & quotes, Dzeja No Sirds, Facebook Poetry Society, Global poet & poetry, Igniting The Spark,  Invisible Poets, Ivo Bierands, Life through poetry & writing, On My Mind, Poems & Poetry, Poetry Autopsy, Poetry lover, Poetry Prompts, Poetry UK, Poetry Universe, Poetry world, Poets & Poetry Lovers, The hands on poem writers, The Love of Poetry, The Poetry Club, The Poetry Corner Official on 28/11/24.

I talk blue and indigo, 

I sing Oxford blue 

When my heart feels hurt 

And days are black instead of white

When my life seems wrapped into mist

Like oceans during early and sleepy mornings.

18/05/24

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This poem is published on the Igniting the Spark Facebook page.

I walk barefeet over green grass in early June morning.

It’s washing tiredness away with fresh silver morning dew

I feel reborn again. Sun is giving birth to a new day

Painting its sky in aquamarine, rolling up the smoky velvet from dozing trees.

 

I stretch my naked arm and scatter golden sun rays in the sleeping meadow.

Robins, blackbirds and thrushes feed my soul with their voices as

I feed them with my love,

 

My lungs are thirsty to recall Mother Earth

And I get on my knees on the black soil

In the nearby field

Grab a handful of rough ground to put close to my nose.

 

I inhale the fragrance of earth over and over again filling my body with innocence

Acknowledging that I have to be patient and wait

For Mother Earth to turn me pure.

24/05/24