Poem: The Flowers by Liam A bowl of flowers, on the tables wood. In a pool of sun, the fragrance stood . Like a watercolour painting which timelessly spins. Radiant , streaming sweet scent and the stems. Stamen, petals, blossoms, leaf together tight The bouquet of color so radiant bright Held in a crystal, a…
Poem: Evening Rest As this day now leaves to lie, Rays once warm they fill the sky. In colors changing to heaven bright. The blues to hues of reds, the white the golden might. Of a day departed and with me too. One more moment of bliss complete. Of touch and love of fleeting happy…
Poetry: Field of Flowers by Liam All I own will be here when I’m gone Out walking with the angels Here to be sung, to be spoken, to be called Out loud into the day The ways of those who listen Will awake within the how you hear Yes, hear up deeply wakeup fully, for…
Poetry: Shuffling Feet by Liam Autumn forest, the cold wind free Trees throw gold and leaf to me The trunks stretched tall Trying touch the sky I walking mind my step, my eye Spies the sparrow, quick Flying home to nest The bushy squirrels tail Leaps from branch to quest The acorn, chestnut scattered wide…
Poetry: The Astrolabe by Liam This pen, this ink, this page Tools with which my thoughts anticipate Words, words of mine When graced by God Becomes a feather, Life on a wing, flying Air flow thrusting meaning up towards heaven Loves lightness, brightness flying out, A dance where infinity becomes a drying line Captured in…
