"NOW...LIVE!"

I place
a tree...
there

I place
a sky...
here

I add a bird...
I...subtract
a bird

I alter a mountain
place it to the left...
to the right

I let
the little stream
run

I add
a sun
( turn it up)

I walk between
the spaces
between seconds

check
each moment is
- perfect

only then
do I allow
time to

unfurl
flap
in the breeze

then I stop it all
I adjust a a molecule
or two.

place you at
the centre
of the big green field

you
in your dress of
bright blue

then I like a long ago
Sultan
or a third-rate magician

command
the memory:
"Now, live!"

She is lovely,
very pretty,
rosy red lips.
attracting
all of the sins.
Radiant green eyes
reveal a queen's card
Uncomfortable
of her skin.
She wishes,
" not a thing to me"
I'm a human being....

You’re nearly there,
take a deep breath,
and breathe.
Thursday arrives,
it may be hard to believe,
but, there is not far to go.
So, soldier on,
Forward march!
Saturday is over
tomorrow’s hill.

©️Lizzie Bevis

unto the wiser,
simmers up the same,
it piles up,
and a tablet's dissolved.
Lets all make up and play pretend,
cowboys and Mexicans
Lets all shoot off the cap gun,
and a border for the run........
the sentimentality
of green eyes resolved.

This creek runs so deep,
my voice has no release,
Secret are my fingers,
typing up my poetry.

Though you are not a deity,
each step that you take here
becomes sacred to me.
Your path leaves trails of light
and my heart bows at your feet.

©️Lizzie Bevis

Grief came uninvited  
through my open doorway,
fear and rage ignited  
they made plans to stay,
and I was dazed by the
lack of foresight.

Then sadness came bounding
in loud and bellowing.
It consumed every opening,  
chaos was ensuing,
then it left without a trace
of what it was doing.

When the storm had ended  
someone held me,
they were kind,
gently she attended  
and peace filled my mind,
as love comprehended
the hurt it left behind.

For in grief's disguise,  
love had always been  
opening my eyes.
To what grief could mean:  
That love never dies.

©️Lizzie Bevis

people they get lonley climb in to a shell

face the day alone in there living hell

hide themself away from the human race

living in the gloom of there lonely place



such a shame to see people in this way

there are such a lot who do this everyday

just a life of lonlieness is all they ever see

locked up in there cell that dosent have a key