Category Archives: philosophy

Friday Poem: What is this life

It seems that  I’ve always known this poem, so I imagine that it was one of the many that my mother would declaim, often loudly, as she either did the housework, or alternatively, if she decided her children needed a bit of entertainment/ embarrassment/ education  (delete as appropriate).  Other  poems  Mum used included “The boy stood on the burning Deck”  and “Gunga Din”. However, this is the one that has become part of my personal philosophy of life….

What is this life if, full of care,
We have no time to stand and stare.
No time to stand beneath the boughs
And stare as long as sheep or cows.
No time to see, when woods we pass,
Where squirrels hide their nuts in grass.
No time to see, in broad daylight,
Streams full of stars, like skies at night.
No time to turn at Beauty’s glance,
And watch her feet, how they can dance.
No time to wait till her mouth can
Enrich that smile her eyes began.
A poor life this if, full of care,
We have no time to stand and stare.

by WH Davies

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)

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