Sunday Sonnet!

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As though in rhythmic tune with breeze they danced,
Bright faces smiling gaily as they swayed,
Recalling thought of erstwhile spring romance,
When young hearts went a-walking one fine day;
Beneath a cloudless cerulean sky,
A gentle zephyr kissed enchanting blooms,
As hand in hand young lovers walked nearby,
While whispered speech their precious time consumes;
In earnestness they solemnly avowed
Their loyalty into eternity;
Misfortune would their destiny becloud,
Fruition of their dreams was not to be.
Idyllic plans for future oft are made,
Then by reality to be betrayed!

©Meanderings 2018

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Away……….

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That time of year again….

I shall be away….for the next few weeks. Off to Germany – Tuesday – to spend Christmas and New Year with daughter and the family. I’m unlikely to be around here…on the blog much. I might…just might pop in from time to time to keep in touch.

May you all have a Blessed Festive Season! Whatever you do..or do not do….Have Peace and Goodwill in your hearts! Be Generous…and Be Blest!

See you in the New Year which, I pray, will bring you much joy!

Take Care!

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Sunday Sonnet!

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Tap-tapping gently on the window pain,
Red robin rouses man asleep in chair,
Who, thinking it might merely be the rain,
Bestirs, then dozes off without a care;
Insistent little redbreast taps once more,
This time with greater passion in his call,
The old man stirs, as he had done before,
Raises reluctant eyelids, narrow, small –
Two tiny eyes invade the fog of age,
Occasioning a burgeoning, happy smile;
One’s needs the other’s kindness thus engage,
To make their co-existence prove worthwhile;
No better world there ever can be known,
With reciprocity the cornerstone!

© Meanderings 2017

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Sunday Sonnet!

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Into seductive, beck’ning far beyond,
Creative thoughts of fancy take their flight,
Like famished vultures to their prey respond,
They hasten to their realm of sheer delight;
Reflections from the past impulses feed,
Abandon casting caution to the breeze,
Distraction not allowed to slacken speed,
No senseless intervention, if you please;
Alas, ’tis in the nature of a dream,
Completely unpredictable to be,
Converting appetising Devon cream
Into distasteful, curdling whey with glee;
For flighty thoughts your heart to fill with grace,
Let reverie reality embrace!

© Meanderings 2016

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Sunday Sonnet!

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When I of mortal treadmill take my leave,
A destiny no being can escape –
However much some would themselves deceive,
Or others, Fate’s arrival would reshape –
All what-has-beens form part of who I am,
Be they of scaling hills or sliding downs,
Even when level living seemed a sham,
Or future promise be replete with crowns;
For what has gone before or what shall be,
Much not unduly spiced with deep regret,
Rich blessings from above shall set me free,
And lessons learnt I never shall forget;
We grow with every modicum of breath,
From birth, through life, until embraced by death!

©Meanderings 2016

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