Every single day
Through the whole month of April
I will write poems
Day Thirty
Blue skies touch pink buds
White roses amidst daisies
Spring beauty erupts
Day Twenty Nine
For breakfast this morning
As the new day is dawning
I'm dreaming and planning
A meal and a painting
I'm seeking bright colours
And a world full of flavours
In fruits of many textures
It's a feast for the senses
We shouldn't play with food
But to lift a Monday mood
You can paint with the juice
Let your imagination loose
Day Twenty Eight
When you sleep through most of the day
Only waking up to source something for dinner
Then need another rest from eating
Don't feel guilty
Embrace your inner Tiger
Day Twenty Seven
Flamingos fly
Light as a feather
Above African waters
Mesmerising massive flocks
Ignite imaginations as they
Navigate invisible routes
Guided by landmarks
Of old
Day Twenty Six
Waiting for spring to actually spring
For the endless rain to stop pouring
For the water level to start receding
For the warmth of the sun to touch my skin
For the flowers to tempt bees buzzing
For the colours to start attention grabbing
It feels like months of endless waiting
Day Twenty Five
Planets suns or stars
Reflected in wild ponds
New life erupting
Day Twenty Four
Awake and dreaming
Of the scent of wildflowers
Without hayfever
Day Twenty Three
In response to the Rwanda bill
Not in my name!!!
Let's welcome people and care for them
Let's value people for who they are and embrace their gifts and talents into our society
Let's keep people as safe as we would like to be
Let's take a good hard look at the society we are becoming and not stand by silently
Not in my name!!!
Day Twenty Two
On Earth Day
Natural desire
Every day is an Earth Day
As moonlight dreamers
Day Twenty One
Silence between words
Conveys subconscious meaning
Truth left unspoken
Day Twenty
Moonlit memories
Originate organically
Thunderstorms tumultuously
Highlight heaven
Day Nineteen
If you were a tree
Which one of these would you choose
To wear with flair
Would you be rocking your roots
Or suspended in fresh air
Day Eighteen
Captivated
Actively aware alert
Tremendous feline
Day Seventeen
Together we live
Vibrantly and truly new
In creative ways
Books in creation
Not just sat on dusty shelves
We are writing time
A myriad of seconds
Becoming a forever
Day Sixteen
Embarrassingly
Despite all the evidence
Hope never gives up
Day Fifteen
Spinning fragile plates
Whilst sinking beneath beach sands
Illness is full time
Day Fourteen
Art will save the world
Hiding in recurring dreams
Drawing truthful conclusions
Collaged from printed lies
Carving screams no one hears
Accompanied by love songs
Painting trauma of the heart
Once sketched in foreign fears
Writing poems to the universe
Unstitched from mediocrity
Abstracting nature
Observing their beauty
Highlighting happiness
Far beyond the reach of money
Day Thirteen
Floating through lifetimes
On ever changing currents
Into the unseen
Day Twelve
Exploring petals
Reaching for Tomorrow's bloom
Testing fate again
Asking for more time
Whispering in reflections
Together at last
Talking to the walls
Smiling through smeared doodles
Lighting potential
Day Eleven
Noticing spring's delight
Weeping willows ache whispering
Your posture speaks of trauma
As the moon sighs silently
Gold-dusted sunset skies cry
Your love is carved from stars
The rain knows the Earth's pain
Generously sprinkling kindness
We knit our souls with love resiliently
We all grow from the one place
Drawing on deep wells of love
A bouquet of truths in heartfelt hands
Day Ten
Beneath the ice of life
I feel warmth unexpectedly
Through the fog of anxiety
I have lived in obscurity
Now the sun touches gently
The frozen parts of me
Carefully
Caringly
Slowly
I start to defrost
My inner truth opens
To be reborn vulnerably
Under the light of eternity
Day Nine
Resetting the clocks
In a darkened room
Seeing beyond the blackout
To the place where I started
Writing, as I used to do
Songs for the edge of the world
Spitting out thoughts
Never to be heard or spoken
Whispering promises
Broken on impossible peaks
Hiding beyond sight
Puzzling pieces of pain
Don't look down
Don't look away
Don't catch my eye
In darkness I'll stay
...
The truest version of us lives invisibly
Wings extend across eternity
Reminding us of hope
Kept alive as dormant sparks
Invigorated by connection
Where happiness springs
From myriad shades and shapes
Like an imagined garden
Midnight butterflies hover
Within the mess of pain
Noticing the weight of the sky
Reassuringly pressing on every beat
Despite self destructive tendencies
Putting their hearts on the line
As if love is a heavenly game
Rather than a living daydream
Day Eight
My name's Steggy
Will you be my friend
Everyone avoids me
I don't mean to offend
They see all my spikes
Assuming I'm angry
They're only for defence
It makes me feel lonely
Would you like to join me
Visiting new places
We can eat fresh green leaves
And even have races....
Day Seven
Last night I dreamed
We were spinning skywards
The moon weeping rain
Star kissed hands reached out
For emotions buried deep
In sealed boxes
Ancient diaries
Whispering through smeared ink
The sky doesn't lie
Day Six
Frida lived with pain
Immersed herself in colours
Dancing reflections
Sprinkled sweet wishes
Effervescently alive
The beauty remains
Day Five
Spirals in bubbles
Swallowing the grief of war
Spring serenity
Day Four
Take a trip inside
There's no sense of urgency
Find the inner light
Day Three
Eyes connecting truth
Across natural divides
First contact in peace
Day Two
Awake and dreaming
As moonlight erases hate
Can peace become truth
Day One
As day becomes night
Sun rays paint the clouds with light
Truly dramatic
Paintings and poems © Emma Major