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Stay And Sleep.
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I can hear him sleeping
I can hear the storm
it’s fierce ebony clouds
scudding, the yellow flashes
spend themselves against
my window pane.
Trees crashed, branches fell
and my heart no longer knew it’s way.
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Still he slept, his
gentle breathing at odds with the
violence that shook my soul,
can you hear the storm?
is it inside your realm
is it beyond your pain
is it beyond mine.
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The sky lit and intruded
into my domain,
it’s clear shadows against my walls
a dark mark against my heart.
Wake and listen
do not enter that sphere
no, stay and sleep
quieten my province.
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Stay and sleep…
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*A Care-givers Poem.
Copyright @ 2007
The Waiting Game.
“The Waiting Game” a new poem by Susie Hemingway is on: http://www.susiehemingway.blogspot.com
A Summer Day.
How beautiful this Summer day the colour of the flowers,
to match my mood, I’d like today, rain and thunder all the way.
The snow and hail they could come, and even lightning too,
If I could take your pain away a hurricane would do.
How beautiful this Summer day, with not a cloud in sight
and there you are again in bed, putting up a fight.
The sun is blazing down the rays, and when you turn and smile,
I’ll keep you with me and that gaze, and never miss the flowers
and if you think I love you less, I’ll long for summer showers.
How beautiful this Summer day the stillness of it all,
the sky is brilliant almost red! you smile at me and rest your head.
So does it matter the flowers are out does it matter that their blue!
if I could take your pain away, then this is what I’ll do.
For then the rays, the lovely sun, the flowers each and everyone,
I’ll keep you and that lovely gaze then this will be my Summer day.
@ Copyright 2006
“Open Gardens” by Susie Hemingway
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How glorious the gardens
each and and everyone,
how extravagant and bursting forth
with riot of perennial fun,
we wandered down the sunlit lanes
on this our lovely ‘open day’
the splendid evergreens and rose-beds wide
to narrow scented lavender surprise,
walkways of the greenest hues
from red, to yellows and to blues,
the pinks so soft upon your eyes
geraniums potted on one side.
Hellebores in groups of six
herbaceous borders in pretty mix,
cabbages, onions and chickens too!
fruits and herbs in stunning views
delphiniums lush in velvet blue
sturdy potatoes in their pots!
leeks , carrots and shallots.
Water features to cool and trickle
fish ponds, rock gardens and plants that tickle!
Many pots and nursery beds
perfumed scented that turn your head.
Arbour’s, enchanting ‘rose cascades’
Ah! what a wondrous pleasant day.
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What a wondrous pleasant day…
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All Rights Reserved @ June 2009
A Very English Day
It was our village ‘open gardens’ day this Sunday, the morning dawned fair and after such preparation from the eleven sensational gardens that would be open to the public, we knew we were in for an exciting and enticing day. Abundant flower drenched bowers, roses dripping in splendour, colourful arbour’s, covering walkways, plants of such exotic delights, lawns manicured to perfection, handmade paths so clever in design. All manner of interest and panoramic views to mesmerize, scents to please the senses and calm and serene borders and textures. Corners of interest and wonderful hidden places to sit and view awhile. Vegetables crammed and laden, bursting full of goodness and showing skills of years of knowledge and precious tending. For many of the gardens with chickens, ducks and geese producing a self sufficiency with daily eggs, crops of every vegetable, fresh and packed full of glorious vitamins. We feasted on wonderful fare on the stroll around the lanes of this enchanting village, stopping for a ploughman’s lunch with a selection of English cheeses and pickle and a cooling drink at the hottest part of the day. Then peeping into our little church to view the theme displays of flowers, some shown below. On we went, with ice-cream in hand to end our very English day at the last garden for afternoon tea and delicious cakes and scones laden with strawberries and cream. My photos do not do justice to these wonderful gardens but perhaps will give you my reader a little idea of this heavenly day…
A Special Gift.
As most of my readers know, I am very fortunate to live in a lovely Wolds Village in Lincolnshire. Living in such a beautiful place often turns up rather special days. The views shown above are from my windows which especially at this time of the year are magnificent. Always changing like the seasons, the sheep arriving in the spring and then within a glance the spectacular Lincoln Red Cows have taken their place! So the ‘pictures’ I see, often change by the hour. I do spend rather a lot of time looking at this stunning change of scene. Then sometimes a little ‘extra gift’ is thrown into the melting pot of nature. Imagine my surprise when gazing with morning coffee in hand and there standing proudly in my garden was the most exquisite Peacock. He stood surveying the scene seeming very tame. Not wanting to frighten him I crept closer with camera in hand. He later accepted some bird seed and small nuts and enjoyed a chat staying for the day, sitting on my wall in the dark and then returning again for the next three days. I was sad to see him go but Mr Peacock was last seen walking down the lanes of this very special Village What a gift!
"Calm Are These Days"
Soft jade green and mellow amber
are the colours of these days,
soft green like finest cashmere
I’d wish to wear in special ways,
liquid amber of runny butterscotch
poured gently smooth on silky creams
calm like soothing sax at midnight
seems to be the current scene,
days unfold like gentle ripples, lapping
clear against the shore and you
as peaceful as the morning vista
that glistens across land we adore.
Calm and peaceful for a while
like soft vowels in lovers breath,
warm and sweet like feather touch
a pause infinite and needed
Oh! so very much…
Then days that came like brightly coloured
Peacock that arrived in view,
we sat together admiring beauty
no ‘grey life’ was meant for you!
Colours shimmering a Midas touch,
treasures of the purest nature
“thank you Lord” this means so much.
Soft jade green and mellow amber
are the colours of these days,
then turquoise blues of dazzling splendour
arrived for us along the way
like prismatic rainbow over Maui
or amber sunsets falling West
just as clear as morning dew
with glistening eyes – I drink this view.
All Rights Reserved @ June 2009.
Photo taken by Susie Hemingway
( The Peacock visted for three days )
Continuing – Update
Hamada’s consultation this week with his ‘Dr Angel’ at Lincoln County was thorough and certainly without time limits. Dr Angel went slowly through all the stats and very little has changed. Haemoglobin up a notch at a lowly 10.3, White Cells up a little at 1.9, Neutrophils up at 0.72 Platelets down again to 42 Everything else is about the same, but as we anticipated Para-protein is up again from 8.4 to 8.8 Bence Jones reading is now at 0.04.
The outcome is the same, we must wait and monitor. Just maintenance drugs daily but not including any Chemotherapy. Again the Consultant discussed Velcade and the newer Revlimid both of which Hamada has not tried, but still the consultant’s considered opinion is not yet. Hamada remains very weak, sleeping more than 16 hours per day! but has in recent weeks made two celebration evening dinners out, so is feeling very pleased with himself. We are grateful for these peaceful calm days without the trauma of harsh Chemotherapy.
~ Susie’s BBC Interview Link ~
The link to Susie’s BBC Interview with Judy Theobald is shown below the Poem ” Love Smiles”
Dreams Of Montazah – by Susie Hemingway
He dreams of Montazah
the palace within his mind
as he is quietly resting
I know he goes back in time,
the splendid ‘Salam-lek’ palace
built high on hills above
this turquoise studded jewel
secluded bay, entwined with doves.
Amid the palms stands clearly
this monument of love
built from finest red bricks
a blessing from above,
smooth and graceful standing proud,
with white ‘najoods’ and sea around,
he would walk in verdant grounds
in peaceful harmony, no sound.
The quiet of these gardens
lush all, 370 fed-dans,
would take his heart in a myriad walk,
his feet on fine white sand.
He dreams of Montazah, the palace,
always within his mind
this paradise inn of time,
he enters gates that keep the crowds at bay
which for him are opened every single day,
and when he’s tired of strolling
I know just where he’ll go
leaving gazelles and rock gardens
and the flowers he loves so,
he’ll step across the water
to the island of all time
where classical statues never alter,
in plethora there to stand,
and here he’ll fish or flirt,
or swim, in sunlit sheltered bays
and for a little while,
he remember all those days,
“Montazah” keeps him peaceful
I see the smile again, and when
he sleeps tomorrow,
he’ll go right back again…
* najoods – sand dunes
fed-dans – measurement of land.