Category Archives: Poetry

At The Meat Chiller

Own up folks, we’ve all done something like this at some point. As usual Glenys captures these moments so well:

lifecameos

On a busy morning at the
supermarket meat chiller
I studied shelves of
sausages, chops, mince
and shin meat on the bone.
I tried to slide right
to see the chicken packs, lamb
knuckles, corned beef brisket
but the person to my right
simply would not move.
I sidestepped along slightly crowding
but still they did not move.

I turned to say “Excuse me !”
and found myself facing my
reflection in the mirror
on the end section wall.

Previously posted June 2016

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Poem: Whale song

I send you my poetry
As the Sperm Whale sends her song out into the wide ocean
To listens for echoes, to hope for response

Her staccato clicks can be hunting for sustenance
But they also encode messages and love songs
Poems may sustain you or tell you a truth

Copyright © 2016 Kim Whysall-Hammond

The world within #poem #poetry

We are the body electric
Our cells sense differences
In the electricities around us

We are multitudes
blood containing cells
from parents and children

And yes, children, we are stardust
billions of stars died three times over
to make our atoms

Poetry and wonder
is our very
existence

Copyright © 2018 Kim Whysall-Hammond

The Art of Living

The art of living appears to be in accepting the inevitable
Negotiating a peace with oneself
Making a treaty with the world
And then becoming free to really live

Copyright © 2016 Kim Whysall-Hammond

First blogged in 2016.

“The art of living lies less in eliminating our troubles than in growing with them.”
― Bernard M. Baruch
From http://dailyinspiration.me/

Glimpse

I turned away from the platform
The vain staring down the line
For the train that would not come
And found the trees beyond the station
Viewed from the municipal greyness of Bracknell
Their greens were varied and splendid
Their depth intriguing, a beckoning call to some other place
I probably saw wastelands “Soon to be redeveloped”
But, for second or two, it was Faery.
Then the train came.

Copyright © 2016  Kim Whysall-Hammond

Re-blogged from 2016…..