Touch (Part 1) Poetry

Touch by hand the subtle things

Touch the child with new born skin

Touch the water in rock pools still

Touch the snow – white frozen chill

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Touch the bark of trees at dark

Touch the glass and leave your mark

Touch the animal that makes you shiver

Touch the stones in the rippling river

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Touch the pen so you may write

Touch the pillow you sleep on at night

Touch the cheek of those who blush

Touch the person whose heart is crushed

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Touch the grass in paddocks green

Touch the nuts of cooked praline

Touch the dust of cooled down ashes

Touch the steel of newly ground axes

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Touch the snail shell after a rainy day

Touch the old wood that built an archway

Touch the covers that warm you each night

Touch the wrongs to make them right

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Touch the water that flows from a tap

Touch the twigs and make them snap

Touch the fabric of clothes that you wear

Touch the heart of friends to show you care

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Touch the old photos and reminisce

Touch the lips that you have kissed

Touch the book with the faded pages

Touch the one you will love for ages

Touch…a simple thing we sometimes take for granted…touch…sometimes we feel but do we ever touch

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Summer – My Season

My body lies upon the sand and the warmth radiates and envelopes my every pore

I inwardly smile at how I feel, my senses are tingling and alive as I listen to the sounds of the waves tumbling

I have waited all year to feel this way

To be by the ocean to hear its sounds, to smell it

Summer

My hands dig into the soft and gritty like crystals and slowly I let each grain pass through my fingers

My eyes closed my breath draws in to absorb the perfume of the water, the smell of the warmest season

My eyes blink open and I stare to the sky above to watch the clouds dance in the wind that carries them

I watch as birds fly overhead and cry out making themselves known

Summer

So perfect the day the quietness, the stillness around me with only the waves and the sounds of feathered creatures

My mind escapes into the paradise, my thoughts tumble, like the waves they ebb and flow

How perfect, how serene at happiness complete

The seasons that make a difference to my feelings my emotions

Summer

I have waited for the warmth to feel the sand, to hear the ocean, to gaze into the water

I have passed through the cold and wintry months, the time of Spring and Autumn, with summer I am alive

This is my place, this is where I belong

I am content at peace

Summer

Why does this have such a hold on me?

Why am I happiest here?

I cannot say, is it because I am a water sign?

Possibly

Summer

Some places make us feel alive more than others

Being near the water is mine

I have tranquility listening to the waves or stepping amongst the rock pools to watch the life below

I simply belong

Summer

Do you have a place where you belong?

Where your senses come alive

Where the sounds of all around you without an orchestra

Fulfils you and takes you to a place you may only have in your dreams…

Summer

Written whilst listening to Phil Collins “Genesis”