Ciao Poetry Challenge

Well this a poem from my heart and a tribute to Bleep and Booster my IVF twins that passed that are now in Gods hands. Never a day goes by when I don't think of you, And all the things that you would be able to do, I was so upset, when they told me I could not conceive. At first it was really hard to take in and believe. We were given a chance on IVF treatment, A baby at the end would be heaven sent. Travelling 50 miles to the hospital every day, Hoping and praying that you would be okay. We sat there watching the pregnancy test go blue, We just couldn't believe it, was it really so true. We ... more

At first there were two, Then there was you, At 14 weeks you were kicking, At 26 weeks you were born. Home & Away was just starting, The pains we went through, On the floor we fell, The ambulance came, And took us away. So many doctors, And so many machines, Your heart had stopped beating, With mine split in two. The blood, I lost, Made mummy very very I'll. Weeks later I had woken, And you was not there, They said you were a little boy, But where was my baby boy. Across the country, And so far away, Weeks had passed, Which felt like years, At last we meet, So tiny you were, So many machines ... more

There are certain times of sadness when a little spark of happiness enters your mind and finds its way to your heart; your heart shakes up your brain and in a state of half slumber, the latter responds: "Yes, I knew this all the time..." MOMENTS From so much repeating to myself That life has not treated me well, I forgot about the fact, That I had not been very fair to life either; So many futile complaints, And the persistent struggle in confronting, In accepting, in admitting, errors that I have made. Opportunities snatched away by fear, Or opportunities that I have wasted, From sheer ... more

IF If clouds were pastel coloured in a rainbow tinted sky And raindrops fell like sparkling jewels delighting every eye With greys and darkness banished to another unseen place And every child awoke to sunlight shining on their face If summer breeze was finely tuned like tiny tinkling bells And winter winds sonatas blew across the snowy fells If crows had song like nightingale and roses always bloomed And air was sweet and mountain fresh with gentle green perfume If life was good and fair to all and all were equal men If hate and war and death were gone what would we long for then ? A world ... more

I'm not writing poetry at the moment. It's something I do intensively at intervals, when moved to do so. Here's a quartet of poems from my visit to Orkney in 1980. They were written many years later when I discovered my journal of the time. AN ORKNEY QUARTET i.The Crossing Ola races scudding clouds. Arse to the wind, She ploughs the fertile waters, Scratching her chalk-white passage On the cleft sea slate. Swell-hopping fishermen With feathered elegance, Coast and swoop and, squawking, Mock the un-winged clinging To Ola's salt-licked decks. Sudden sunlight bathing Hoy's Old Man, He casts his ... more