Category Archives: philosophy

Now

As winter, and so much else
winds to an ending
we begin the work

to forge paths back into the world
to be able to walk out without worry
to travel and explore new places
new thoughts, new ways of living

we must be gentle and patient
give grace to the vulnerable of body and feeling
as we each find our own pace in the years ahead

Copyright © 2022 Kim Whysall-Hammond

Inspired by, and in some places using the words of, Angela T Carr.

a dreaming skin – Writing, Poetry & Creativity | Angela T Carr, Dublin, Ireland (wordpress.com)

Church

Moorland lurks in my soul
skies that bleed rain, seep mist
slant slopes that yearn for sunlight in winter
twilight danger as sharp branched trees close in
a dance with the lowering sky
someone once said it was my altar
my shadow a church spire across bog

Copyright © 2022 Kim Whysall-Hammond

Surround yourself with beauty

Surround yourself with beauty
Look at what you own
Is it beautiful or loved?
Does it give you pleasure?
Does it embody a memory?
Keep it
Possessions need to work for you
Need to lift you
Need to remind you who you are
Designer labels? Latest high tech? Do you need to follow the herd?
I sit in a room with books I love and want
With photos of those I love
With objects and art that say something to me
All bought on a shoestring
Possessions do not define me, they cannot say who I am
My poetry attempts that
But my possessions comfort me

my attempt to surround myself in beauty.

Copyright © 2015 Kim Whysall-Hammond

Heart’s desire

To find your  heart’s desire first remove the dust from your eyes
Then rinse the pain from your heart and the worries from your mind
Ignore the chain of possessions and relationships that bind you
Look deep into your soul: What is your heart’s true and only desire?
Now, does it amaze you? Does it appall you?
Or did you not find one?

Copyright © 2016 Kim Whysall-Hammond

Inspired by Leonard Durso  https://leonarddurso.com/2016/06/10/the-hearts-desire/

Rocks

Unimaginably ancient, preserving moments in time;
billion year old pebbles from unknown floods
bones fallen into an ancient abyss
ten thousand year old footprints along an English estuary.
Sitting on a rock, you touch time.

Rocks move. They melt and set, erode to dust
and then the dust settles
forms new rock over time almost unimaginable.
This undulating plain formed at great depths
was thrust up to mountainous heights
now lies placid for your walking comfort.

Go find a rock
and travel in time and space.

Copyright © 2018 Kim Whysall-Hammond

Brief bloom

We are a brief bloom
On the fragile skin
Of a molten body
Encircling a massive furnace

We are a blossoming of sentience
With encrusted technologies
Craving wonder, hoping for company
Seeking knowledge and excitement

We truly are stardust
Our bodies built from atoms
Forged in successive stellar explosions
We crave the glories of the Universe

We are Human

Copyright © 2016 Kim Whysall-Hammond