There was black mud.Dirty, slimy, smelly mud. Some seeds landed in the mire.Brown ordinary looking seeds.Nothing special to look at. But! They germinated sending,Down roots into the slime.Soon shoots appeared,And leaves grew. Bright flowers appeared.Pink, lovely blooms.The mud was covered,With verdant leaves and,Beautiful colourful flowers. Without the mud there,Would have no flowers.May the beautiful blossoms,Of… Continue reading Mud | Robin Bliss
Tag: Australian poetry
When by Robin Bliss
When I leave this bodyFor a better place.Don’t cry or weep for me.For I am with you always,And always means forever. When you step outside and,Feel the wind on your face.It’s just my lips kissing you gently.When the wind catches your hairIt is my fingers playing softly. I am the sun shining from a sky… Continue reading When by Robin Bliss
Midnight by Robin Bliss
Waking from my sleepGlancing at the clock, it’s midnightThe witching hour I thinkLightheartedly to myself The night is still, quietNo traffic noise at allNo wind blowing noisilyQuiet and peaceful here Except for the breathingOf my beloved, sound asleepRaising myself on my elbowI kiss her lovingly on the head She murmurs something. still asleepI’m glad that… Continue reading Midnight by Robin Bliss
How to Paint like Van Gogh (Poetry) by David Thane Cornell
Viewers will think it’s only a print when they view it, if you don’t put your whole body and mind into it. The sun in your head, a storm in your heart, is a good start. Now lie down for hours among sunflowers. Then, when the storm passes, don’t cut off your ear, paint this… Continue reading How to Paint like Van Gogh (Poetry) by David Thane Cornell
The Lucern Tree by Robin Bliss
The Lucerne tree in flower White petals floating down Carpeting the pathway, and The front veranda with a sea Of white, white everywhere Coming upon this alba sea As a child; with music in my head Amazed at the ocean of pearl Sitting down in the middle of whiteness Whiteness all around me, whiteness Whiteness… Continue reading The Lucern Tree by Robin Bliss
Winter Love by Robin Bliss
Looking at the plum tree. Seeing the dark bare, Skeleton like branches, Black against the dreary clouds. Stripped by Winters cold, Of its blanket of leaves. The ashen, dingy clouds. Are dripping raindrops. This fine misty rainfall. Is moved forwards by a, Languid, lethargic breeze, Coming strait from Antarctica. This bitterly cold midwinter day. But!… Continue reading Winter Love by Robin Bliss
Wattle by Robin Bliss
Wattle blossom, Wattle yellow Makes me feel kinda mellow With your flowers, brilliant bright Fills my soul with much delight Saffron, citron and festive gold Buttercup and colours bold And so I loiter on my way In your presence I would stay Yes your sweet scent laden breeze Sets my soul and mind at ease… Continue reading Wattle by Robin Bliss
A tropical Night by Robin Bliss
Here in the tropics, Night falls suddenly No long drawn out twilight Sitting here surrounded by, Darkness and blackness. The only light shines from, A street light glimmering, Through the foliage,and The Fireflies small dots. Specks of light moving, About seemingly floating, In the torrid night air. Moving according to the, Whim of the insect.… Continue reading A tropical Night by Robin Bliss
Wilderness by Robin Bliss
Old Sol is low in the sky, drifting down Resting in the meager filtered shade On this hillock we can see the distant horizon Before us stretches the limitless plane Almost totally flat except for a Tor Standing stark and naked ebony Silhouetted against the brilliant firmament Protruding towards the heavens,rocky and rugged And the… Continue reading Wilderness by Robin Bliss
