Stretched out on the lawn
bathed in warm sun
we idle with you, our traveling son
and spend time on important things
laughter, love and
space to simply be
Copyright © 2022 Kim Whysall-Hammond
Stretched out on the lawn
bathed in warm sun
we idle with you, our traveling son
and spend time on important things
laughter, love and
space to simply be
Copyright © 2022 Kim Whysall-Hammond
They flee from me that sometime did me seek
With naked foot, stalking in my chamber.
I have seen them gentle, tame, and meek,
That now are wild and do not remember
That sometime they put themself in danger
To take bread at my hand; and now they range,
Busily seeking with a continual change.
Thanked be fortune it hath been otherwise
Twenty times better; but once in special,
In thin array after a pleasant guise,
When her loose gown from her shoulders did fall,
And she me caught in her arms long and small;
Therewithall sweetly did me kiss
And softly said, “Dear heart, how like you this?”
It was no dream: I lay broad waking.
But all is turned thorough my gentleness
Into a strange fashion of forsaking;
And I have leave to go of her goodness,
And she also, to use newfangleness.
But since that I so kindly am served
I would fain know what she hath deserved.
By Thomas Wyatt
O Western Wind when wilt thou blow
The small rain down can rain
Christ! my love were in my arms
and I in my bed again.
By Anonymous
This scrap of old poetry is so urgent, and heartfelt.
An excellent poem to re-start the Friday Poems!
We have made a palace just for you and I
Of all our days loving under an overarching sky.
Where we stop to see a hare leap and take our joint delight
in bird-song at morning and star-shine at night.
Copyright © 2022 Kim Whysall-Hammond
This little poem was inspired by I Will Make You Brooches by Robert Louis Stevenson
For Earthweal https://earthweal.com/2022/01/28/earthweal-open-link-weekend-103/
Freefall in grass, holding on
As if afraid to float off the hill
We have tumbled here
Kiss and are lost
Copyright © 2021 Kim Whysall-Hammond
We are now back from staying with close friends (for the first time in 2 years) and our youngest son is self isolating in his room due to the large News Year party he went to in our absence. Both our sons are scared of giving me Covid, in case I get complications.
love has many facets
sometimes it is
simply hiding away
Copyright © 2022 Kim Whysall-Hammond
This combination of prose and verse is a Haibun, posted here for Dverse
My poem, Dizzy with Time, has today been published by Oddball Magazine. It can be found at
Many thanks to Jason Wright and Chad Parenteau for taking this little love poem of mine.
Full Moon seen underwater
as you rise breathless
break the surface in fierce waves
splutter like no fish could, would
Moonlight gleams cold on your skin
as the undertow grabs
drags you to the hard shore
where he doesn’t wait as promised
Copyright © 2021 Kim Whysall-Hammond
Waking up with Nanny in her soft double bed
the room white and pink with swans and roses
Sunday morning and you would bring milky tea
Hot in her best rose gold china cup and saucers
we would sip, little fingers raised as you left
Before we too rose
Later, your Saturday visits to our house
bringing a bounty of colourful comics to read
And a secret pocket of sweets, for Mum not to see
How my brothers and I took you for granted
Never noticed the shining love in your eyes
Your hand grasping mine in supplication
As they wheeled you, protesting to surgery
from which you did not return, your
faltering loving heart finally stopping
Under the anaesthetists care
Copyright © 2021 Kim Whysall-Hammond
You cuddle up to me in your sleep, comforted by mother warmth
What do you dream little man, my child full of wonder
You exhaust me by day and then enthrall me at your time of sleeping
Always asking for more, lifting my soul and life
Every day is an adventure for us
As I discover the world in and through your eyes
Copyright © 2017 Kim Whysall-Hammond
I wrote this poem when my sons were much much younger….they are both adults now!