Category Archives: philosophy

Dancing with shadows

Any attempt to pin down
this exact moment, that exact image
exactly what I feel and need to say
needs words that are not born yet,
metaphors  for minds not yet formed,
such is exactitude.
Yet that is what poets attempt to do.
We stand at the edge of the crowd,
listening to the music
hearing the echoes of other times and places,
and ask a shadow to dance.

Copyright © 2018 Kim Whysall-Hammond

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Wrecks

In the dew-drop abyss near
Wrecks of molecules appear;
In the far abyss of the sky
Wrecks of outworn  worlds  drift by…
But in the protean abyss of the soul
Wrecks of motes and universes roll.

by Theodore Stephanides, who should be familiar to all who love Gerald Durrell‘s “My Family and other Animals”. Theodore was a polymath, and wrote wonderful poetry.

Road to Nowhere

We stumble along, believing we hold the map
Believing we guide our path or someone does somewhere
From the darkness to the light and back
The bird flies through the drinking hall and is gone
Leaving memories, echoes and silence
All we are is memories and echoes
All we can do is try to fracture the silence.
 

Copyright © 2016 Kim Whysall-Hammond

 

Re-blogged from 2016

The lives I have lived

“If I live to be very old, all my memories of the glory days will grow vague and confused, till I won’t be certain any of it really happened. But the books will be there, on my shelves and in my head – the one enduring reality I can be certain of till the day I die.”

Helen Hanff

 

The lives I have lived

My sons, I have tried to give you gifts for your lives ahead
Standards to live by, skills to help earn your bread
But the greatest gift I can give
Is the lives I have lived
And the ability to live them too

The world of words I have shown you
Filing your young ears with stories each night
Weaving your own world into a fantasy one
Showing how to do things right
The gift of reading and living lives in stories
These are the lives I have lived
And they are my gift to you

Even when I am old and frail
I will still have these lives to live
Don’t let them tell you my life is worthless
When there is all that stories and dreams can give
I am living a wonderful life in the real world
And I trust that you will as well
when life is not what you want, remember my gift to you
Copyright © 2016  Kim Whysall-Hammond

Re-blogged from 2016.

Coal

He told me of how coal can be split
to reveal the hoof prints of long buried deer
if you get the angle and the grain right

Of how, in the deepest mines
Darwin was proved each day
by the strike of a miners hammer

And how opening the coal opened him
drove him to library and Miners Institute
to learn, wonder and argue

His gentle voice, with its natural grace
led me into his world
to the child opening trap doors in constant dark

To the young man, passionate for justice
filled up with the joy of learning
all forged in dark coal.

Copyright © 2018 Kim Whysall-Hammond

For Wilfred Whysall, my paternal Grandfather (1909 – 1979), on his birthday.

 

A poem is never finished, only abandoned

A ‘Found Poem’ from William Hazlitt – ‘Lectures on the English Poets’:

Poetry is imagination and the passions
whatever gives immediate pleasure
or pain
language which the heart holds.
It is not a mere frivolous accomplishment.
Wherever there is a sense
of beauty, or power, or harmony
there is poetry.
The rest is mere oblivion,
a dead letter.

 

Copyright © 2018 Kim Whysall-Hammond

To strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield

“Though much is taken, much abides; and though
We are not now that strength which in old days
Moved earth and heaven, that which we are, we are,
One equal temper of heroic hearts,
Made weak by time and fate, but strong in will
To strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield.”
(Tennyson)

It is 1,400 days since I fell and banged my head, I still suffer symptoms, but I wont give up…..