Having a bash at poetry (again)

[Sheila NZ]

I,m not a proper poet I just put my thoughts as they come the
maybe polish them a bit, so here is one  to start....

They sit around or lay heads over basins,
Looked after by girls in bright frocks and artificial eyes,
Mixed perfumes saturate the air
Different conversations stop and start,"she had her baby"
"he came home drunk again" "yes I like it combed that way"
Then the heat and hum of machines, finished
Look! a Butterfly emerges, all smiles,
Pays the bill and flutters away,
Beautiful again.

[Sheila NZ]

Have really got my broad acres rolling today,well at least
the grey matter for now.............

That old hawthorn hedge choked by grass,chewed by cows,
Used as a shelter by the suckling sow,
Flowers that still bloom just a wee bit tired
And berries that fall unseen at its side,
Moss of ages on branches still  cling
Bird often visit their song to sing
Time will soon farewell you old ancient friend
Then into the paddock you will slowly descend

[Beryl McMullen]

Sheila A sad poem

I love your writing and imagery makes one think and be thankful it is still a place for people to enjoy

Nature is filled with such marvelous treasures - I am sure that old Hawthorn hedge wakes up each morning with sunlight filtering through - sending out beams of light and heat through twigs and branches and a place where birds come and sing

[Sheila NZ]

Beryl and Rupi, watch it the juices are flowing,words spilling out
and I am in a flood of pictures,why now? Must be all the pills
I,m on or something.......
                    Northland NZ 2010..Drought imminent

Waiting for rain, will it ever come,
The grass is yellow in the burning hot sun,
Farmers can,t cope if  no Winter feed
Ground is to dry to take any seed..
Cattle and Sheep need grass to survive
Without that basic they just don,t thrive
Townies all moan when prices all rise
Not knowing the problems the sunshine hides
Rain will be coming but it could be to late
The Farmers will pack up and just walk from their gate
Lands getting barren,animals die,
Families grieving a tear in their eye
No words can be said
Water the nectar of both Man and Gods
Without it life falters, then can,t carry on                 

[Norma]

Sheila,

I enjoyed your poems. I especially liked the one with the women gathered together,sharing their thoughts. It reminds me of the age old bond that all women have shared as they go about the task of the every day chores of life!

Nature, as in your other two poems, has long been a central theme for many poets. You have captured it beautifully in writing about the hawthorne bush and all it has seen in it's day and how it has provided so much for so many. You have also captured the impact that rain has on our lives. Weather is of great interest to people because it provides our life blood and without the rain, like the crops without rain whither, so would people.

Thank you for sharing!

[Sheila NZ]

 The moon fell into the water,
Quite early in the night
.
I saw her float by in a puddle

Big and round and white

But I looked again this morning
To greet her lovely face
Only snails and worms were in that
Wet ,cold and soggy place...........               JULY 4TH ,10

[Beryl McMullen]

Good one Sheila a poem with a twist I thought you were going to say: the reflection of the moon twinkled up at you laughing as if inviting you  - Then you stuck your finger in and the reflection of the moon quivered and shook as if it was being tickled.

[Norma]

Lovely, Sheila.