There’s nothing you can do,
but follow the flow
and cultivate the river,
forget your old routine,
swapped for care and comedy,
nurture the goodness of today
and each step will fall easier,
let love cushion your feet,
hold your heart in esteem,
your courage and bravery
will set your demons free,
our friends call and say,
you are in their thoughts and prayers,
remember hearts beat for love,
you don’t need to let the fear in,
in these struggling times,
put yourself in God’s hands.
(in response to a walk on the seafront in Heysham)
The cool breeze wraps around my ears,
I forget a camera and pause,
absorbed in panoramic view,
the bay brings peace to thoughts,
freedom whispers around in silence,
Cumbrian mountains in mist
like a citadel to a secret world,
not a ripple of water around me
in sight of the ocean.
My eyes close
and reflect this moment of solitude,
the soul calmed and captured in this stillness,
sky reaches out forever
my concern released to the world,
twilight direct to heart,
encapsulating the mind.
(in response to painting ‘From the Crags’ by Mike Barlow)
‘From the Crags’ by Mike Barlow
Silence echoes, unlocks mechanics of mind, eclipses nine-to-five, working the inner dynamo, escape in the compass needle, in nothing there is everything, nature carries you and hears your heart in the openness, the space that holds you, projecting this earthing, peace sets the soul free.
As day draws to its climax, red sun falls in patchwork cloud; fragmented colours of pink lie across the horizon in fading blue sky’s canvas, holding onto the day in mid summer’s moment; air passes bridges and trees flower.
If this is paradise, then I’m in heaven, cocooned in Nature’s bosom. For this time I reason with nobody, nature is mine to see what I choose. Inspiration reflects from water. The darkness cuts through a thousand images, as day folds gently over the bay.
The colour of seasons squeezed on canvas, like the voices echoing from the paint brush, mixing the soft and the strong, echoing and spreading like the wings of a dove released into the sea breeze, waves fold and cast the summer aside, the days begin to hide away, looking into myself through layers, visioning to reinvent myself.
(in response to ‘Innocent Perceptions II’ by Helen Morgan)
Bleak clouds sweep across the sky casting shadows, like a black and white motion picture, nature dormant, a little piece of heaven breaks through, broken by the blank of Autumn, shading the mountain tops like a dull mirage, fragmenting the fall, this barren landscape.
Small animals hide away behind wild blowing heather on hillside, reluctant in their homeland, silence echoes in twisted landscape, belonging to the atmosphere, auburn colour breathes warmth like a cosmic charge, around withered shrubbery and shimmering time.
I see the storm behind you. A cascade of sea and sky moving earth’s core, spiralling flairs escape, wind strikes the rain down, a tsunami blows water into light.
I reach for my compass.
Nothing but the elements, the wilderness is its own, outside the sea of chaos, waves unleash to freedom, forcing the world away.
A cascade of waves, the pull of moon, casting stars aside, triggering channels, exploding light, absorbing clouds pulsate, merging, forming, turning on axis, echoing all the way back to shore like a bird returning home, fragments surfacing, pushing elements forward, in majestic charge, reflection clears and grows like an eye in a magnifying glass, light absorbs the surface, dark particles obscure nature’s canvas.
