Showing posts with label Poem. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Poem. Show all posts

Saturday, 4 April 2020

And the People Stayed Home by Kitty O'Meara

I've only just been made aware of this poem written by Kitty O'Meara that has gone viral on social media.  It was inspired by the coronavirus pandemic.

And the people stayed home. And read books, and listened, and rested, and exercised, and made art, and played games, and learned new ways of being, and were still. And listened more deeply. Some meditated, some prayed, some danced. Some met their shadows. And the people began to think differently.

And the people healed. And, in the absence of people living in ignorant, dangerous, mindless, and heartless ways, the earth began to heal.

And when the danger passed, and the people joined together again, they grieved their losses, and made new choices, and dreamed new images, and created new ways to live and heal the earth fully, as they had been healed.

If this has helped you, pass it on to someone who may need to hear this right now. 

Saturday, 27 January 2018

Blinkered


I want to see different view
A new horizon
Wider than my limited space

Confinement bores me rigid
Frozen
Frigid

I want to see a different view
A new perspective
Bigger than my limited space


Simone Whipp 27 Jan 2018




Sunday, 11 June 2017

A Poem and a Flower

At the bottom of the garden
Something pink caught my eye
And as I approached it - my oh my
Self sown by nature
It bloomed overnight
So in the morning would bring its delight
A frilly pink poppy slowly unfurling
And life still goes on
And the World keeps on turning

Simone Whipp June 2017

Monday, 16 January 2017

At the Crossroads



She stood at the crossroads
Not knowing which path to take
And she stood at the crossroads

She stood at the crossroads
Paralysed with indecision
And she stood at the crossroads

She stood at the crossroads
People passed her by
And she stood at the crossroads

She stood at the crossroads
She stepped forward and then back
Returning to her place at the crossroads

She stood at the crossroads
She stood at the crossroads
She stood at the crossroads




Simone Whipp 16 January 2017

Thursday, 12 January 2017

Older Birthdays



 Age is just a number
When all is said and done
Don’t focus on the decades past
But on good things yet to come

A warm and fuzzy feeling
A twinkle in a stranger’s eye
Hearty belly laughing
A starry midnight sky

A fragrant summer garden
Fluffy clouds abound
A gentle winding stream
The softest nature sounds

Each day is a blessing
For all of us it’s true
To greet each day with wonderment
And to see things with eyes anew

Simone Whipp 12/01/2017


I felt compelled to write this poem for a neighbour who is finding it hard to come to terms with her 80th birthday.  I found my 50th birthday difficult to comprehend so I can empathise with how she is feeling.

The photo above is not a recent one, alas, but was taken in February last year.  The outlook for today's weather isn't good so I will hold on to the image of the photo above to get through the next few weeks of winter.



Tuesday, 21 June 2016

Inside the Old People's Home

I was compelled to write the following poem after visiting the residential care home last week.



Inside the Old People’s Home

Around the room they sit
Chairs forming a boundary
Around the sacred centre of the room

Around the room they sit and stare
Across the void they cannot see
Visions stay in their mind

Around the room they sit
Waiting around the room
Around the room

Around the room
Chairs are static to the walls
Bodies are static to the chairs

Around the room
Pushed to the walls
The sacred centre fills the space

Simone Whipp 15 June 2016 ©