Poetry Prose and Art.

 

                                  Poetry Prose and Art

Welcome to our blog of poetry prose and art; the poetry and sonnets of Suzanne Conn and my own writing, and other poets who we have come to love over the years. Also women artists who have been neglected over the years, their work lying in the storerooms of some of our most well known galleries, gathering dust. There has been change in the last year or so but like all things concerning equality with men, women artists are still being overlooked. Brian Conn.

FROZEN & BARE..

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The trees in the winter so frozen and bare...

Silver and shake in the cold morning air...

Winters upon us as hoar frost clings fast..

Silver white snow forms a carpet on grass...

While birches and Rowan sway in the breeze...

As wind whistles through the sinewy trees...

Dormant, asleep through harsh winters storms..

Robins alight for the berries near thorns..

While under the ground the badgers will sleep...

For When the wind drops you’ll not hear a peep...

The quiet of winter when snows on the ground...

All muffled by snow is a wonderful sound...

Through Winters season right up until Spring...

It is only then that the black bird will sing...s.m.conn

STILL WINDS &

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SEASONS CHILLS.....

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In harmony, a sanctuary...

A place of woodland trees

speaks to me....

As winds play songs..

Strumming on branches..

And Autumn leaves...

Autumn and Spring ring songs in my ears...

Trees hold breath from gentle winds…

On leafy boughs above and below...

Sometimes softly. while shading the ground

Confounded, by Summers heat...

Whispering breezes sway rhythmically

soothing Summers Harmony...

While through Autumn late

come Winters Chill...

The song is shrill.!!..

Bears the bones of naked branches...

Sap sucked down in hibernation...

Groans at Winters blasts.....

Cold enough to calcify...

As trees defy what seasons throw...

And still they live...

They thrive and grow.. s.m.conn

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I am so inspired by woodland, forests and copses....It's where my passion lies in the words I have expressed... Trees are a vital source of our existence as we now see climate change increasing its extreme force onto our planet, where rain forests have been brutalised and destroyed!!.... It's like cutting off our oxygen supply that we depend on...

And it's through greed and exploitation that our beautiful world will also be destroyed and so, will be the end of life as we know it.... Leading to our extinction .... To stop this we all have to take a small part in preventing it going this far... And governments as well as big corporations should try and make a difference too, to save our beautiful World!!......s.m.conn

AT THE STATION….

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The train rushed into the station

Blowing snow upon our legs..

Then came the warmth of steam..

From pistons hissing, slowing down..

The old steam train waits

as the driver takes a break..

A mix of dusted frost had pitched

Like ginger sand..a snow white mix..

Coats the concrete platform..

Like topping on a wedding cake..

While snow sets on the railway line..

Soon a whistle will be blown…

The wind blows cruelly…

Waiting to board…..

Are mostly men, congregating

with Shiny polished Heads..

Soon to ascend

From the waiting room…

Soon theres a change from the..

Frozen gloom..

Upon the snow, sparkles the sun…

Bursting through the soft peach clouds..

While star burst shafts of rays now golden..

Starts to melt the snow…away

I was truly amazed that day..

How worst our journey could have been..

Soon the concrete could be seen…

So wrong in our anticipation…

When boarding the train

at the railway station..s.m.conn…