Live in the light!

This post is a contribution to the Midweek Motif from the wonderful Poets United blog. This is my first attempt at contributing, so here’s hoping I get the pingbacks right (?!). The theme this week is Light. I hope you enjoy my poem. Anita 🌼

Darting amongst the shadows
in our mind
part of us
yet abhorred in disgust,
The Gorgon of fear
spreads her rhizome-like tendrils
around the heart:
a fear-seeking missile
set to explode on impact.

We daren't look
at this Medusa within
we keep her locked away
at bay,
so we think.
Yet the sweetness of her tone
may turn a heart to stone.
For fear is irresistible
to the ignorant and susceptible
whose fate is now surely done.

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But we can rise above her
let love fill our hearts
feel the tendrils dissolve
as we reach out with compassion
to absolve the Gorgon child,
to reassure her
and release her
into the night.

For henceforth
shall we live in the light!

Live in the Light by Anita Neilson. Copyright 2019. All rights reserved.

The joy of friendship!

What do we really need to be happy in life? What are the things that truly matter in the long run? You know what I’m going to say, don’t you, and it isn’t career, material wealth or possessions. Sure, these things are good in life as long as we don’t become too attached to them and make them our whole raison d’etre. For me though, (and I’ve come late to this realisation) what’s really important is who and how we love.

TODAY: If you’re a competitive person like me, remember that everything we have (looks, personality, possessions, skills and so on) is on loan to us for this lifetime. We can’t take any of it with us when our time comes to leave the earth. Are these things really so much more important than allowing love into your heart?  Here’s my poem on the joy of friendship. It’s called, I am Complete:

I am complete

I am replete

I open the door on this life

and gifts in abundance

come tumbling out:

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love for living

joy in giving

health and well-being

bounty beyond all my needs.

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But friendship holds me high

with encouragement to fly

“Look at me!” I squeal

as I soar in the sky

like a kite on a blustery day

vulnerable yet full of joy

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free to be me

supported by the filaments

of companionable love.

 The above is an extract from my new book, Soul Murmurs, published end July 2019.  I’d love to hear your views. Anita😁

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I’ve got a spring in my step!

I woke up this morning feeling great. The gloomy introspection of winter is easing more and more. As if to offer their support, bunches of yellow daffodils are blooming along the garden path to cheer on my soaring spirits with the coming of Spring. It’s just around the corner…not long now! This got me thinking of my poem ‘Winding Roads’ which I first posted in 2016!! Where have those 3 years gone? Here’s the poem. Keep in mind the lumpy hills of Scotland, denuded of trees by wealthy landowners over the centuries to make way for livestock farming. Such a shame, although the hills do have a stark beauty. We see them as they really are without any adornment. So this weekend let’s try to see the ‘real’ beauty in everyone and everything we come across. Have a wonderful time. Namaste, Anita. 😁🌳🐂

Winding Roads by Anita Neilson

The ‘Pap of Glencoe’

Winding roads and lumpy hills
lined by crowds of daffodils
cheering on the weary traveller
“Not long now!” they cry.
Snow-crested mountains
stand strong and serene
a majestic backdrop to this wonderful scene:
ochre heather and grey-coloured scree
trees clinging on at odd degrees
ancient rocks clad in moss against the cold
respite for travellers in days of old.
We are intruders in this landscape
yet it seems a part of me –
our shared heritage and history.
But this land belongs to all, not some,
softly winding roads leading us home.

You can read the original post at https://anitaneilson.com/2016/07/25/winding-roads/

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