WATER COLOUR LEARNING LOG - ONE A WEEK WATER COLOUR PAINTING CHALLENGE 2018

SOME POETRY

Where are you now?

To my father – who was a real poet!

There we were

Mid conversation

About this and that -

Nothing profound

Or perhaps it was!

Turned my back for just a moment

You are no longer around!

I miss your counsel

Your wisdom and the way

You saw the world.

Ignoring the flaws

In the folks of every day

Concentrating only

On the good in humankind

Feelings hurt so easily

The curse of a creative mind!

You left abruptly

One nondescript Saturday morning

When November was still new

Immortalising the day -

When rain glazed pavements navy blue

And autumn was still dressed to kill.

You’re no longer here to listen

You would have understood!

These myriad glimpses of Heaven

These moments of perfection.

When reaching for the phone

To tell you of these wonders

Discuss what it was all about,

Search for the right word

And where it should be placed,

Share with you a moment

Tease an idea out!

But I was but a butterfly

Flitting in and out!

Where are you now?

Is there a heaven after all?

You didn’t return to tell me

You said that you would!

It would be your mission

To convince me if you could!

Time is trundling onwards

The years and flitting by

Your absence still wounds me

Sends a tear to my eye

As I strolled the golden

Sandy beach at Spanish Point

I saw you silhouetted

A little to the right.

I thought I saw you resting

In the front seat of a car

Was that you coming toward me?

I thought so,  from afar!

But If I want to find you

All that must be done

Is skim and scan your precious pages -

In each and every one

Your words, your thoughts

So carefully constructed

You are there forever more

Remembered and revered.

Sometimes late at night

As I climb the stairs

I catch a glimpse of that place you sat

When you came to stay.

Maybe it's my imagination

Or maybe just the breeze

But I could swear that office chair

Gave a little sway!

You were that wandering minstrel

Set out for Tír na nÓg.

But you didn’t need to search

You were already there!

Strolling and reflecting,

Blazing your unique and gracious trail

You never left, you stayed put

In your beloved Meath.

A poem with some verse – dedicated to my father who taught me how to see!

By Anne Murray Browne

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  LAHINCH BEACH

Low tide, long walk

Barefoot at the edge
Of brisk Atlantic waters.

Who left these footprints?

These works of art -
Multiple diptych!

Declarations of love

Surrounded by a heart,

Remains of goal posts

Day out with family -

A million tell-tale signs

The best of life is free.

Where the River Inagh

Melds with the sea.

Touch the wall at the bridge

Return on the gently yielding sand

Sun warming my face

Breeze blowing my hair in the right direction.

Eyes watering – Ocean sparkling

Stealing a piece of my heart.

Raucous laughter of seabirds -
Lazer-lit against cerulean sky - 

Reminds me of children now grown.

Stillness of rock pools - deep as my soul,

Flotsam and jetsam by the ocean thrown,

The odd jellyfish – admire but avoid,

Shell abandoned by predatory raptor –

Unsuspecting sea creature

Fate Encountered

All that remains.

By Anne Murray Browne