From our resident poet
poems
COPIOSA APUD EUM REDEMPTIO
Apologies for Poetic Muse
Who's still inclined to Covid Snooze!
Nonetheless, we wish for you
A Day of Joy, "A Confreres' Do",
Memories, laughter, celebratory drink
(Observed within The Rule - we think!).
But, most of all, recall of Special Day,
When first shone forth incipient ray,
Which changed your life, and ours as well,
With dreams, triumphs and tales to tell.
Renaissance Man - so many parts -
We hold you close within our hearts,
Dear Father Tim!
© Eileen Murray 21 July 2020
JULY'S POEM......
Not Quite Groundhog Day
Another day scarcely discernable
From yesterday - and probably from tomorrow-
Arrives prosaically.
Neighbours’ curtains, still drawn,
Reflect Life-style changes.
Yet in the sunlit garden,
Another life still flourishes.
A flock of twittering sparrows
Cavort joyously among the patio pots.
What is it that attracts
These chirpy, carefree creations?
Perilously balanced
On slender, wind-blown ferns,
Acrobatic feats and manoeuvres
Attract the attention
Of not only their flirting female companions,
But also one who watches, entranced.
A quick sortie for the phone.
Snaps or a video?
Try not to capture
The elderly reflection in the window!
Focus. Ready for action!
As if by touch of magician's wand,
An eruption of sparrows
Vacate their playground.
Perhaps, another David Bailey attempt later?
Not, alas, with photographic genius,
Just handfuls of mixed bird seed,
Presages a not-so-mundane afternoon!
Eileen Murray © 9 July 2020
We may not be able to produce our regular BE Alive magazine because of Lockdown, but our resident poet is still taking inspiration from the world around her and has sent in a poem, which we publish below:
There is a Time…………..
We live in an unpredictable world.
Despite the fonts of knowledge,
Accumulated across the centuries,
We are not Gods.
HOPE SPRINGS ETERNAL
Our covetous world,
Stripped of all pretentions,
Trembles before invisibly marauding enemy.
For the first time since God knows when,
It is not the power-hungry territorial countries
Spreading unrest and even fear.
This secretive, all embracing entity
Has changed our civilised countries
Into ghostly communities.
Our homes for many, have become
A place of isolation
Missing the joy and solace
Of those who make life worth living.
No longer the sounds of children’s voices
Echo through the air.
Read more: Hope Springs Eternal - a poem by our resident poet
BE ALIVE
No magazine again, unfortunately, but Eileen Murray is once again on form and has sent us the following contribution:
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