Posts Tagged ‘ Sun ’

Sunsetting Days – Poem

The cold hard wood, on which my bones rest
As the last rays warm me,
Dedicated to suns long since set –
Others who watched,
Who played and who sat.
The day is fading faster, the morning’s cold, hard,
Sharp frost long since melted,
And time to fear another.
The icy white of a hardened leaf,
A hardened heart, cold, dead eyes.
Up snakes the blades of green,
Wrapping, climbing, tightening their grip.
Squeezing.
The sun is fading faster and faster.
Its warming rays growing colder and colder.
It’s in my bones, it’s in my misty lungs.
It’s in my heart.
Another setting sun for me,
Icy tendrils in my veins, pulsating to every cell,
Blocking the green of their cloudless days.
Where is the sun?

© 10/12/11

Poem: Summer

The leaves barely move as the gentle summer breeze whispers over them,
Still and quiet, non-existent.
Commuters bustle in, buzzing around, droning on, staring into space,
Barging past, knocking and jostling, pollen transfers and stems break,
Fallen to the floor in a disregarded heap, waiting for the next whisper to move them on.
Even as new flowers bud, new leaves sprout, every day simply passes by as the summer thunders do.
A life giving sun beats down, burns down upon the withered,
As bathers simply lie back, enjoying another’s Hell on Earth.
Routine as clockwork, bullets whoosh past in reality, normality,
A horrendous, inescapable normality.

Go on your day. Notice these things. Just once.

Notice me.

(C) Persephone M 12th July 2014

Please note that this poem was originally posted on my other blog: Persephone: Parent

Sun Set

Sun Set by PersephoneM
Sun Set, a photo by PersephoneM on Flickr.

Via Flickr:
The sun setting over the neighbours’ back gardens.

~ Persephone M

How It Is – Poem

Status Quo
Same old, Same old
Sinking feeling’s hard
Separating mind and heart
Solitude once more
Suns rise. Suns set.
Settling once again
Cycling around
Set your clock
See the obvious
Of milk and cream
Oh! The intolerances.
There’s a new moon.
See it bright,
See it harsh,
See it cold.

© Persephone M February 2012

Calm Beginnings

Calm Beginnings by PersephoneM
Calm Beginnings, a photo by PersephoneM on Flickr.

Via Flickr:
A sunrise I caught the other morning. I love the fact that I was freezing my fingertips off taking this photo and others, yet this picture looks like it could be tropical.

I also thought it was fitting, after a weekend of stressful flat problems, I’m starting this week on a calmer note. Hopefully a warmer note, too!

Perfect Day Update

As an update to my blog from the other day, today I managed to make it out during sunrise! And it wasn’t cloudy!

I took lots of pictures, some to appear on here soon, and I did learn some very helpful facts about early, frosty morning pictures.

  • Fingerless gloves are all well and good to get around the camera, however, given the frost, a second pair for when you’re not taking pictures could be helpful. I still can’t feel my fingers.
  • My trusty headband that covers my ears (I cannot stand cold ears) is very handy, but a hat to actually keep my head warm could have been good, too.
  • When standing on a potentially icey and seaweed covered surface, don’t try and turn around, especially as the trainers I wore are known for being slippery!

At least this time I learnt from my past mistakes – I took money in case I got hungry (it was far too early for breakfast when I left), I also took my back-up compact camera as last time the battery ran out! This was also handy because my fingers gave up the ability to work and the thought of changing the lens was downright scary! So I kept the zoomlens on and used the compact for “normal” shots.

I’ll also try and remember to turn my phone off of silent so that when my husband starts trying to ring me and getting a bit concerned when I didn’t answer, I can answer.

It’s completely clouded over now so there’s no chance of a perfect sunset, but I’m happy with my morning and still feel too cold to leave the house.

After coming home, I used up more of the camera battery taking some random photos of the foster children and then took them to a respite carer. My mum’s been allowed a week’s holiday so the children have gone for the week. They didn’t even seem to really care.

However, when I asked the 3 year old what his favouritest thing was, he answered “Lana” – my mum.

I know I’m going to miss them, hopefully I can hold it together. Check out some poems I wrote a few months ago on the subject: Substitute, Going Hypo.

Pictures later on… maybe.

~ Persephone M

Perfect Day

Today was one of those days: Perfect.

Kind of.

It started on my way to work. I always walk past this amazing church and even before I could see it today, the sky had already picqued my interest. There were a few clouds, and the sky was this amazing colour. There were blues and pinks, even yellow nearer the southern horizon.

And then I saw the church and it was framed by pinks and blues. I wished that I didn’t have to go to work so I could just wander around taking pictures.

Knowing that there was no way that was ever going to happen, I resigned myself to going to work.

7.24 hours later I left work and the sun was setting. There was an amazing yellow glow over everything and before I left, I looked out the window across the rows of houses and they were all lit up. So were all the windows of the houses. Everything had this glow.

There was even sunlight coming through the tallest windows of the church and I wondered what images would be like of the church during sunset and rise, comparing their shade and light.

And so I wished I could go take pictures of the sunset. Unfortunately by the time I got home and then back out it would be too dark. I missed both!

It was the perfect day and I missed it. What are the odds that the weekend will be washed out, or at least cloudy!

Rubbish!

~ Persephone M