Describe a man who has positively impacted your life.

This DP leads me to a sadness I have no wish to relive today.

So, as I love to do when there is an empty page below, I will fill it with words of others…

By Mary Walker, a contemporary poet from New Zealand

Freed

It was when the sun broke through
and danced through every raindrop,
turning gloom into something transcendent,
that I wondered
what if all that’s hard
just washed away?

What if the light came down
and freed us all
from guilt, regret and second-guessing?
What would there be
except light shining through water,
and each of us dancing?

What are your favorite physical activities or exercises?

Walking my dog three times a day 🐾🐾

Once again, WP, I find that I have an empty page now, so I can fill it with words of another. My favourite poets are mostly from a time gone by, but today something different.

FEATHERS

Each morning I walk the valley
treading the same worn path,
though no bird flies over the same way twice,
the bees attend different flowers,
cicadas sing where yesterday there were none,
and the hawk is scanning new trees.

A feather lies in wait for me,
having fallen from the sky.
No feather will fall in quite the same way;
not in this spot, from that height,
to be caught between two heads of rye.

The land looks the same each day
but is different in a thousand small ways.
We wake thinking one day is much like another,
that we are still who we were the day before,
or we can let ourselves be changed.

We are as new as the world we see;
what looks familiar is not.
Notice what is happening, be the response to your day.
Be delighted, be surprised,
expect feathers.

By Mary Walker, a contemporary poet from New Zealand