Primordial

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Primordial

My heart is quiet now
Not a skipping brook
nor a flowing river;
Nor the Songbird I know.

Glimpses light up, reminders,
like the Starling outside my window
the violets in the sun.
So much beauty, why then not skip?

Earth is recovering from our sins
We are now the prisoners thereof,
The sky is clear, air tastes sweet,
Waters run blue again.

The stillness, the calmness
the trees show to me, as they raise
their branches to the sky.
No thoughts of fear, just being.

Being their strong, primordial selves
Being part of totality.

© miriam ivarson

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R E T R E A T

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R E T R E A T

The word evokes peace
A choice to find harmony, stillness;
Calming the jumbled, twisted knots
finding the kernel of who we are.

Ordered isolation carries fear,
The fear we all feel at times,
fear of unknown, of loss, of death.

We lose sight of light, of ourselves.
Forget inherent strength
Forget we can love and laugh.

Retreat has a garden, flowers and birds,
All just live and trust.
Could we learn deep hope?

Isolation sounds like prison walls
maybe the word invokes more fear?
The spirit of man will win through,

As the beautiful songs from windows,
Along a street in Italy;
Made me believe in the essence of man.

© miriam ivarson

PESTILENCE

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PESTILENCE

Panic, fear, angst and helplessness
spread like fire around Earth.
I wonder, has earth had enough;
Enough of selfishness, of greed.

With insolence man has poisoned
air, ocean, forests and land.
Our planet has sent warnings,
with little effect so far?

A microscopic microbe arrived,
Became an enemy, hidden and strong.
No radars, weapons or anger help.
Stupefied we stand.

As we fight for survival, I hope,
pray the lesson finally is learnt.
Mother Earth is alive,
We need to live in harmony with her.

Many have spoken out
not least a bright young girl;
Told us truths and facts,
Is it too late?

Can a serious turn save our lives
and that of Earth.

As forests are burning
Oceans choking along with whales
Our air suffocates our lungs and land,
Will we pay heed?

I so wish we would,
Let science and heart go hand in hand
Let love be the light to lead.

© miriam ivarson

DIGNIFIED

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DIGNIFIED

I saw him again this morning
Coming out from his home with it’s shiny black door
A little shopping bag in his hand.

He looks stately this man, dressed with care,
Tall and proud he carries his years.
At times his wife will come, she looks frail
but so very loved.

Together they give warmth to the neighbourhood
make people behave more dignified.
On returning with his bag full, he is often stopped,
so many want to say hello and how are you and more.

Have wondered if I should cross the expanse
walk the road and say hi to the man and his wife.

Do you think they would like to come for tea
with scones and clotted cream.

© miriam ivarson

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SOFTLY

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SOFTLY

they fall upon a hungry ground,
snowflakes filled with dew.
So slowly, so gently they wake
grasses and plants.  Feed them

blessings from the sky.
As together Earth and snow create
A season of awakening, of new life.

The feed from above settles lightly
on my newly created lawn,
I say, thank you for the blessing
Knowing the grass will smile with the sun.

So gently we are all bound together
a creation of love and life.

© miriam ivarson

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The Contemplative

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The Contemplative

In the whisper you find yourself
The contemplative being within,
seemingly fragile, needing peace;
Always striving for space.

In a world where storms roar,
created by nature and mankind
We need to find a temple of calm
where clamour can’t rule.

With no haste, the room is there
bide your time within.
Rising with the morning rays,
The Contemplative smiles.

It was always there, the space,
Let the wonder of light and colour
be the decoration of your special room.

It is within you and me,
within all who want to see,
Access the depth of ourselves
Of nature and life in all form.

© miriam ivarson


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GIFTS YOU CAN’T WRAP

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GIFTS YOU CAN’T WRAP

To celebrate, to love and give,
all natural impulses for those we love,
for anyone that made your heart smile
who held your hand when times were hard;

And danced with you in sun and rain.

Gifts wrapped in beautiful paper and bows
are a treasure to cherish,
The contents can make you squeal with joy
and hug the person who knew you so.

On my birthday the other day I found,
often the best gifts don’t come wrapped.
A surprise morning breakfast prepared by a friend
with all your favourite things.

Candle lit and with Buck’s Fizz as starter.

Door bell ringing, delivery of so many flowers
I got hidden behind, laughing at the beauty,
Laughing at the balloon, like a little girl.

A message to get ready for a car arriving at noon,
Bringing us all to the sea and a little town,
for awesome walk in the sun
Among barge boats, beach and birds.

I just smiled.

Oh, a lunch on the quay side was included too;
Driving home my eyes shone with tears of joy.

©miriam ivarson

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MUSIC IN ALL

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MUSIC IN ALL

It is here again, live music pours forth
so shimmering and bright,
Making the air and us quiver
as each note streams and sings;

Creating a whole.

With strength and passion it enchants
my heart swells with joy.
Where and how did his music grow so,
reach heights, trying to express;

Feelings, events, beauty, sorrow and joy
won’t be contained, need to be told.
I can feel him ask the piano for more,
asking each string to give its all.

Give from strong emotions
carried within his young and strong heart.

He teaches me importance of striving our most
To express our heartaches, our love and joy.
To express life itself
knowing it can never be contained,

no more than the music of rain
falling on a lake or on leaves of a tree,
The symphony of storm on the sea
or the quiet sounds of your heart and breath.

Music surrounds us, heals us
At times wakes numbed minds

©miriam ivarson