Hi there! This is a poem I wrote a really long time ago, a couple of years at least – I just found an old notebook from back then and decided to share some with you. I hope you enjoy.
I sit in shaded canopy,
Around which runs despair;
A certain degree of hopelessness
Makes up the haunted air.
Around me is a field of grey –
Jackets, bags and coats;
Even the colour of the street
From which the darkness floats.
The people rushing to and fro
Together neglect to see
The peace that alludes them day to day;
The calm surrounding me.
And I sit and watch as, frantically,
They search for something new;
Some other colour to the world
Apart from grey and blue.
I sit alone and contemplate
The thoughts of those around;
The pain of them is haunting me,
The lack of joyful sound.
I know what it is they need to do,
What it is they need to see;
If only they would take a pause
And come and sit with me.
The world isn’t lacking poetry,
But poets – can’t you tell?
Those who take a moment
Are those who write it well.
For peace is found in moments
Of calm in day to day;
Watching all the people rush
With nothing more to say.
A Teacup Full of Stories 