Untitled Series Part 2

Following an active and what feels like action filled few days, I have managed to piece together todays post. For s0me time it did apear that no post would happen for a number of days. BUT far from my best, I feel it important to push out poetry twhen blockages of sorts hinder any flow.

Tonight I sit and type with one hand following a fall a couple of days ago that has resulted in a break in my wrist or should I say a little break in one area of my wrist. But we will continue to move through.

Todays poem can be read and taken on one of two areas as it were. The first is very clear and tries to show how Faith becomes a shelter in storms. In another way how one wanders in their mind and takes themselves in turn on a journey of Faith in a way.

In another area I believe it important that one push out and blockage in their writing and if that blockage means a lesser quality of writing, then it is a positive step in forcing creativity out to where it is needed to be seen.

There is nothing else one can state but, Please enjoy this Poem if You can:

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Untitled Series Part 2



When the Senses were static all but broke,
Hidden behind a cloak a little smoke.
Disguised from true eyes that see the unseen,
Altering sands of time appearing clean.


Sharks are in the waters circling their prey,
Curiosity raised has one now strayed?
Judges tongues sharpen like knives still they wait,
Beyond the gate ready to strike the plate.


The pattern of play predicted the style,
One would walk a country mile yet still smile.
While boulders appear to strike at the doors,
On all fours one shelters but who keeps scores.


Peace in a valley hidden from life’s storms,
All reforms centred where misfortune warms.
One stands and prays for relief built on faith,
Shelter from storms holding ground for faiths date.


A wandering mind focused on nothing,
Clears the waters that flows freely and ring.
Stand on faith beyond the gate ne’er too late,
The shelter from storms to pray and then wait.





© Pat Fitzgerald 2023

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