August is our Month for Sunshine and Summer. Since we are reached all around the world, let’s just say our month for having fun in the sun. For whatever it means to you it brings Summer Mornings.
Most of you know him very well, so let me introduce him as our
Nick Grimshawe
(Adlandpro’s Sunshine Man)
Nick comes to us from Mission, BC, Canada. He has been writing and telling stories from a very young age. Please read bio here and if he is not a friend, please invite:
http://community.adlandpro.com/go/ngrimshawe/default.aspx
We welcome you to come and enjoy our Poet for the Month of August 2008.
(Lizzie doing some serious thinking.)
Nick really has me doing some serious thinking and dreaming. I have loved reading all these poems and hope you will also.
Poet's Comments
Poems are entities: they come directly from the world of the spirit. When I write poetry, a doorway opens and the words flood through. I am very careful not to interfere in the process. A long time ago I tried to “write” poems. Poems were the first form of writing I tried my hand at. But until I can allow that doorway to open and touch that center from which all things flow, my efforts seem rough, and difficult.
When I can be in that presence: then the music flows. I suspect it is the same for all art, but for poetry, there is a special surrender, a giving-up to something more uniquely creative.
I have included a selection of poems; some are fragments, others are complete works.
I do not judge or evaluate a piece, and use the most minor touches of editing. I give them to you now as they were born to me.
Nick
Touching
© Nick Grimshawe
The after glow has come and gone,
There is just the silence now:
The silence of indrawn breath,
A heart still racing slows.
Skin to skin we touch,
Where warmth reminds of sunlight,
Precious life, and love.
Soar
© Nick Grimshawe
Soar with the Eagles,
You who are gone,
The sky is for you,
Limitless now,
Time gone, you have forever.
Drift on the thermals,
Joy will take you higher,
Up where the stars shine,
In a darker sky,
Free now,
Space gone, you have forever.
The lights I see at night,
Sparkling before the dawn,
Give measure,
To my tiny bit
Of your wholeness,
Now that you are gone,
You have forever,
And I have you.
This is poetry as metaphor, a metaphor of my own journey on the Great Way.
A Vision
© Nick Grimshawe
Out of the swirling mist, I saw a dark form hover.
At first I feared, what dark misery came to frighten me.
Then I strained to see the form more clearly.
I saw grey about the edges, perhaps a touch of purple.
Was that a hand or a head?
The mist stirred.
Back I stepped.
Should I flee?
Movement at the edge, blurred but quick.
A flash of silver, a splash of golden haze,
Quicker,
Something huge,
I strained to see.
A man, no men, many men, sun tanned and dressed in robes of fire,
Laughing men, coming straight for me,
And with them a gigantic form, still hidden, grey on grey,
Then another swirl of the mist,
Orange light with a fiery halo blazes behind the form,
A massive leg lifts and steps forward.
A long trunk reaches out for me.
I see gold bangles,
A Green, Indigo and red triangle on the massive forehead,
Large Ivory tusks,
I am lifted up,
The sky is blue above.
I am gently placed on a saddlecloth of flowing hues,
The brown tree trunks first, then the palm splayed leaves,
The sun burns through.
Around me colorfully dress people in rainbow hues,
Bang on drums and cymbals clash.
I laugh too,
The last mist burnt off by the sun, disappears but a whole new world is born.
I am not afraid, but full of joy,
The new day is sprung and full of dancing.
Ahead a river sparkles in the sun,
Children play and splash in shallow pools.
Beyond, the mountains rise up to touch the sky of morning,
I stroke the Elephant softly; he is an old, old friend.
I am happy.
My vision came out from soupy grey to grace me with this
Blissful day.
More to come during this month and we welcome your comments.
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