Following on from some comments and messages on my previous blog I have decided to post this one as well.

Let me know what you think.

David

Silence

I lean back on the sofa
beside an open window,
close my eyes, listen to
a variety of birdsong,
wind rustling through the bushes;
the sound of silence.

Yet then, I am inclined
to let my mind wander
into dark or sometimes mundane
places full of doubt,
uncertainty and fear.
I bruise the silence.




Ó 2009 David Agnew

Exile

Somewhere upon a distant path
footprints are being laid
which I may never see.

Yet, if I place my ear
on solid rock,
granite by choice,
I hear an echo
as each foot lands
on far off clay.

Ripples radiate
across the cosmos,
touch down
somewhere near my soul,
create disturbance
only I can hear.




Copyright     2009     David Agnew

I know I am busy, but thankfully not too busy to enjoy the small things in life.

David

Painted Lady

You spend your winter in Africa.
Then, starting in April,
fly north across the Alps,
arriving here in June.

I study the pictures
in my butterfly book,
am exhilarated, captivated
by your story.

You look so light, ephemeral,
carefree, glad to be alive,
yet there is a sense of purpose,
of mission, which takes you miles.

I look for you in shrubbery,
in flower borders, among
the thistles, perhaps caught up
in branches of the trees.

Then suddenly, to my delight
you fly into the conservatory,
flutter against the window,
alight on the back of the sofa.

I rush to get my book,
race through the pages,
look closely at your picture
and joyously confirm that it is you.

I am light-hearted, euphoric.
I feel a smile spilling over
my face, lifting my heart
as I maneuver you gently

back out the window
into the fresh air you adore.
With gleeful backward look
you fly elatedly away.




Ó 2009 David Agnew

Jumper

I look across the lit ploughed field.

It brings to mind my Arran jumper,
texture the inside of hay bale
which whispers like moles beneath my feet,
tastes of seaweed steeped in draft Guinness,
smells like peat cut from bogs of Ireland

And wishes it was on
a washing line
looking over Galway Bay.





Copyright     2009     David Agnew

This video was taken by Purpledogstar when I visited with him during the time Xysea was in this country.

I really enjoyed meeting them and had a very pleasant evening.


Xysea had never seen the poem before - Didn't she do well.


Enjoy

David

Throwing Paint

I walk into a space
I thought I knew.
Yet now it is completely different.
I am forced to make adjustment
to make sense of new world view.

Searching for certainty
I raise my eyes, look out,
only to find
ever moving white tops
on the waves beyond.

I bring my gaze back inside,
am captivated
by reflections of sunlight,
multi-coloured,
always on the move.

Now, with greyness
sweeping in across the sun,
rain beginning to distort
views through window panes,
I am moving back within myself.

In passing my attention is drawn
to pattern on the rug
beneath my feet;
although never seen before
it has a feeling of familiarity.

And then I find
I am rewarded.
I have a sense of safety, of security,
within a setting
which, in fact, I do not know.




Ó 2009 David Agnew

Throwing Paint

By throwing paint
I think I will provide myself
with random pattern
which I can then utilise
to make sense of insane world.

Yet all it brings to mind
is ink-blot tests taken as a child;
my desperate struggle to see a picture,
the upsetment I felt then,
realising I was colour blind.





Ó 2009 David Agnew

Spring

Beneath my skin I feel a frisson run,
albeit gently, through long sterile veins,
influenced I think by this new season;
I brighten up when it no longer rains.

The weather now is just as I would wish;
It permeates my being and I find
an energy whose loss I did not miss
and not just physical but in my mind.

Not only that my muse awakes; she lives
for times like these when she can have her say.
Excitement, is the word I seek, which gives
surprising impetus to each new day.

And every now and then, once in a while,
I find myself caught out by random smile.



Ó 2009 David Agnew