Shalom

I 'woke up' today
No trace of light
Brushed my teeth
Washed my face
As the water showered over me
Cleansing and rejuvenating me
- For the day ahead
As the sun rose in greeting
I surrendered to the earth
As nature spoke and whispered a prayer
Tranquil... in silence
Peace be still
And the cascade of trees danced freely...

Heaven's drizzle of rain
- A hint of blessing
For the morn...
For the day...
Shalom.

By: Rachael N. Collymore
©19.05.2018

Happy Mothers Day

Happy MothersDay! ♡♥♡
Grateful
For the time with you
For love was found in you
Those precious moments of firsts shared with you
A bond formed, pure and true
No one can replace a mother like you
A nurturer of many virtues
A kind heart - your goodness shows
A wise and phenomenal woman
Blessings abound
Because of you, I am who I am...
And that's why today I'm honoured to call you, "friend"
Mother: You are the world to me!

Written with love to my mother(s)
♥ always

By Rachael N. Collymore
(c)2018

Stay Hungry?

Mural by Joseph John Jones (1909-1963)

Belly full and still hungry

Eating for today and for tomorrow even

Who knows what will be

Bread, rice and peas and a little sugar

Essentials for basic living and some shelter

Those who pray, pray for daily bread

Those who grind, grind harder to eat

Starvation breeds hunger

The struggle is real and God is real too

for those who believe in higher

So they push and push to “make it”
for a piece of the pie and the taste of success

Champagne dreams many drink till drunk

Thirsty for the high life; who knows the price tag

But it won’t quench the desire

Fire burns

and the souls of many perish

While some soar on Cloud 9

Life is a dichotomy of two worlds:

Those who have and those who have not

The rain falls on all.

Those who believe only the strong survive

Prey on the weak

Preach money and power rules

Man elevates himself as God

while many sit in the pews, confessing sins

to men of the cloth.

A world within worlds, this life

but change remains constant

and so too, the poor and the wealthy

And if there be any absolutes

Who will stay hungry and who will be fed?

Written By: Rachael N. Collymore

©2018

Lost In Translation

Albert Gleizes' "La femme aux Phlox"

I’ve listened with keen ears to words spoken
To the tongues of many who have used the vernacular
Often times we wonder where the confusion lies in the similar
To confuse and complex the recipient.

The written word sometimes give pause
If a phrase or punctuation is misused, misplaced or misrepresented
Chaos unfolds and what was simple 
Becomes complicated. 

The language of the masses and the meaning attributed
If translated, may say so much or so little
and we become the objects of ridicule.

What must we do, what must we say
to communicate the true intent 
of the words we convey?

Shall we go back to basics 
When a “yes” was “yes”
and a “no”, “no”?

For some, this may be the only way
But for others, this may just be a game
We choose to play.


Written by: Rachael N. Collymore
©2018

YEAH

It's no ordinary feeling
Inexplicable even
That kinda knot-tying,
tingling sensation-kinda feeling
No infatuation here
Simply a feeling
Like a splash of water
A touch of rain
A caress of the wind
blowing on one's face
          Yeah...
That's what I mean

We've  all experienced it
We've all felt it
and longed for it to last

If we could bottle up these butterflies
that flutter
If we could freeze all these melting hearts and
capture all the priceless moments -
The feeling no camera can hold
                   Yeah...
That would be something

If you could visualize it
What a beautiful picture it would be

Maybe we've caught a glimpse in twinkling eyes
and never-ending smiles that warm hearts and
touch souls for days...
                       Yeah...
It's that glow, the It-Factor kinda feeling

Think about it
Yeah,
It's Like That.

Written by: Rachael N. Collymore
© 2017

STAY

Through the shadows
in the corridors of hidden thoughts
and dreams where few find rest

Sleepless nights, many
Intoxicated by nocturnal's drug
arrests the mind to create

to touch the tip of its nib to
paperless scrolls of
ideas and dreams come to life

These musings gather
like fallen leaves
Burst free when eyelids shut
to open wide again.

Sing me a lullaby
Drift me to that happy place

Stay with me if only for a while
Stay with me...

Written by: Rachael N. Collymore
© 2017