Sunset Beach

I walk along the beach
On broken shells
On the wet and dry sand
On a seaweed laden shore.

Waves rolling like white horses
Dashing to and fro
Rolling crashing receding
Intoxicating all that is near.

Reflecting light
From a shimmering setting sun
A golden ball slips
Lower and lower.

It hovers like a kite in flight
Then suddenly it is gone
It dips away and leaves behind
A sky of pink and blue

The dusk sets in as the clouds float by
The sky takes on the colours
From the light of the fading sun.
The colours dissipate.

It leaves behind an inky sky
The sun is gone ‘til the morrow
Blackness leads you back to the shore
The light celebration over for the night.

All that is now left
Is the a deserted beach
Waves still rolling like white horses
In the dark of the night.

Reality kicks in, dull and bleak
It is now a dark winter’s night
Clutching you in it’s unwelcome cold.
Edging you back home.

Back in your bed
You lie in the black inkiness of night
Your dreams hover over you
Then sweep you into the warm rose tinted light.

Out of the reality of the darkness
Dreams envelop, guiding you on
To the warm honey coloured images
Of the other life.

Escaping reality of your internal clock
It ticking freeing and guiding you
To the light of a timeless setting
Of the other life.

Dance and song all fill the air
Birds twitter, music fills the air.
Free from the darkness of the bleary night
Entangled in laughter and light.

Pam 16 July 2005

The Road Not Taken

The Road Not Taken

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,

And sorry I could not travel both and be one traveler,

Long I stood and looked down one as far as I could -

To where it bent in the undergrowth;

 

Then took the other,

As just as fair and having perhaps the better claim,

Because it was grassy and wanted wear;

Though as for that the passing there

Had worn them really about the same,

 

And both that morning equally lay

In leaves no step has trodden black.

Oh, I kept the first for another day!

Yet knowing how way leads on to way,

I doubted if I should ever come back.

 

I shall be telling this with a sigh

Somewhere ages and ages hence:

Two roads diverged in a wood, and I -

I took the one less traveled by,

And that has made all the difference.

                                                                                                                - Robert Frost

Purple Reign / Rain

The drag home from work has just begun

Winding along side-roads avoiding the mad rush

Despite all the filth and crime

That lines the roads

There is a beauty that strikes one-

Flowering Jacarandas all along the way.

They bring life to the streets of my hellhole Joies

And ease the stress of the day as I gaze upon them

The purple sooths my eyes

And in turn my soul

There is a presence out there

Pretty purple flowers which line the way.

As each day moves from one to the next

The colourful flowers add more beauty and colourful zest

It eases the ache deep inside

Of the need to get away

There is a peacefulness they exude

The pretty purple flowers sustain me ‘til the next day

The season moves on and as time would

The pretty purple flowers have done all that they could.

They have budded and flowered and lived

But their job is now done

And they must wane like the moon

The pretty purple flowers give way for new life.

Then come the first rains of the summer

That taints the air with the smell of new grass

Then come the accompanying storms

That smashes all the flowers

Down to the ground

The pretty purple flowers have had their day.

The drag home from work still goes on

No longer hanging from the branches of their trees

Now the pretty purple flowers lie flattened on the ground

Smothering the pavement

In a deep carpet of spent blooms

Announcing the end of the purple reign.

Pam 2 June 2007

Greetings from South Africa

Hello,
I decided that it was about time I created my own blog - everyone seems to have one. So here goes. I'm not sure what topics will develop - maybe a mixture for interest. This is just for fun, so anything goes.
So long for now, Pam