Musings

I’ve walked along this beach before,

A desolate, barren, rocky shore,

And yet I always return for more.

When my life starts to crash and burn,

It is to THIS place that I return,

As if there’s something I must learn.

I walk along its sandy length

And somehow the journey gives me strength.

I mull over all that’s gone awry,

The wherefores and the why, why, WHY?

And solutions present themselves by and by,

Within an hour or maybe two,

I resolve what it is that I must do,

And then, my love, I return to you.

 
© Caro Ness 2016 (with crucial embellishments by +Canis Poetam (Zen Dog)

Photo used by kind permission of +Priya Patel

Musings 

I’ve walked along this beach before,
A desolate, barren, rocky shore,
And yet I always return for more.

When my life starts to crash and burn,
It is to THIS place that I return,
As if there’s something I must learn.

I walk along its sandy length
And somehow the journey gives me strength.

I mull over all that’s gone awry,
The wherefores and the why, why, WHY?
And solutions present themselves by and by,

Within an hour or maybe two,
I resolve what it is that I must do,
And then, my love, I return to you.
© Caro Ness 2016 (with crucial embellishments by +Canis Poetam (Zen Dog)

Photo used by kind permission of +Priya Patel

Musings 

I’ve walked along this beach before,

A desolate, barren, rocky shore,

And yet I always return for more.
When my life starts to crash and burn,

It’s to this place that I will return,

It’s as if there’s something I must learn.
I walk along its sandy length

And somehow the journey gives me strength.
I mull over all that’s gone awry,

The wherefores and the why, why, WHY?

And solutions present themselves by and by.
Within an hour or maybe two,

I’ve resolved what it is I have to do,

And then, my love, I return to you. 

© Caro Ness 2016

Photo used by kind permission of +Priya Patel

Man Vs The Machine

A stark and simple statue

To remind us what tyranny can do..

A memorial in Iserlohn, Germany

To the Victims of Fascism at Poth 

This statue symbolises

Man’s vulnerability 

In the face of

Implacable hatred

Man against oppression 

Man decimated by mania

Man versus the Machine 

© Caro Ness 2016

Photo used by kind permission of +Arthur Turfa 

Contemplation

There is a spot

Down by the river

Where the fence has rotted away 

So it looks like the water

Has slowly eroded its foundations

And across the stretch

Of still, calm water

Some wild flowers 

Have run a riot

Of joyous yellow 

Almost to the water’s edge

It is a great place 

To sit and contemplate 

The beauty of the world 

© Caro Ness 2016

Photo used by kind permission of +karen hayward

Change Is For The Better

When you walked into my life it changed,

At a stroke, my world was rearranged,

I didn’t really have a clue,

What it would mean to be loved by you.

You know my faults, you know my strengths,

And you will go to any lengths,

To make me dazzle like a star,

You’re an enabler, that’s what you are,

But more than that, you’re a great support,

You anticipate my every thought.

You really know me, through and through,

What I’ll say or what I’ll do. 

My love, it’s you that I adore,

And I will for ever more.

© Caro Ness 2016

Fireworks 

The darkness seemed palpable.

Thick, heavy, constant,

As if painted on with a trowel 

In a band across the heavens 

Above the jewel-like lights

Of the city.

Then into this world

Crashed a pyrotechnical wizard

Intent on displaying his own

Brand of magic,

And the sky itself

Came alight.

© Caro Ness 2016

Photo used by kind permission of +David Palmer

Father Christmas 

In Morocco, he’s Black Peter,

In France he’s Pere Noel,

In the USA, he’s Santa Claus,

A name millions of kids know well! 

Here he’s Father Christmas,

A welcome guest each year,

Leave him whisky and a mince pie,

To bring him festive cheer!

© Caro Ness 2016

Photo used by kind permission of +David Palmer 

Beachcombing

When I go to the beach,

It is not for the sea.

Large expanses of water

Don’t inspire me.

It is the short view,

Not the long view.

It is the land,

That falls into the ocean,

That curves in a crescent,

That tumbles into the water,

Effortlessly,

And the beautiful shells

I find there.

And so, my love,

I have forged you in glass,

My favourite shells,

Conch,

Unicorn Horns,

Coral, 

Scallop,

Barnacles,

Molluscs,

Horseshoe Crabs,

Starfish

So we can beachcomb together…

© Caro Ness 2016

Photo used by kind permission of +M Macharia 

Squirrel Watch 

We like to plant here, looking out,To see just who is round about:

Mums in cars all off for shopping,

UPS, and they’re not stopping, 

Dads in suits, all looking tense,

A man who’s come to mend the fence,

Kids, all ages, out to play,

There are 8 of them today.

And then the squirrels, which we hate,

Because they over-populate,

And when cooped up, like G & me,

Its pants to see them running free, 

And scrambling up and down each tree!

© Caro Ness 2016