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  Jun 2019 Jackie Mead
Edmund black
In Japan there is an art form
called kintsukuroi which means
to repair with gold
When a ceramic *** or bowls
would break the artisan would
put the pieces together again
using gold or silver lacquer
to create something stronger
forevermore beautiful than before
The breaking is never something
to hide
It doesn’t mean that the work of the art
is ruined or without value because
it is different than what anticipated
Kintsukuroi is a way of living that
embraces every flaw and imperfections
Every crack is part of the  history of
the object and it becomes forevermore
beautiful
precisely because it has been
broken
I’ve told this story to tell you this
People are the same way
Being hurt or heart broken
or feeling broken generally
is not who you are
It is something that happens to you
Rise up stand proud and move forward
Stop looking about what the world says
about you and who you are
The value of your worth is more
than you can ever conceive
and when you trust
in your heart you’ll understand
the Power you house within
Cracks and all your true value
can never be lost in translation
Know the value of your worth, you worth more than gold... made to an exact specification!
Jackie Mead Jun 2019
One day out walking in the park
It was as if the lights went out; the sky went dark
The rain came and the river levels rose high
I didn’t know so much rain could be held by the sky
The rain fell harder it turned to rocks as it fell
The landscape looked as though snow had settled
Covering surfaces white, the hailstones lay
It had been a very unusual day
I reminded myself it was summer; June
Let’s hope the sun comes back soon
it's been an unusual June so far, the rain has been a significant part, let us hope it warms up soon.
This Poem was penned after my Mum sent me a picture of the hailstones that had settled on her shed roof, last Monday.
  Jun 2019 Jackie Mead
Eryri
'Soak in a Vinegar solution'
He told me.
'Leave for 30 minutes and dry in the sun'
He added sagely.

****** idiot.
Jackie Mead Jun 2019
Daisies a flash of white in a field of green
One of the most beautiful sights you ever will see
The daisy spreads itself far and wide
Fastly covering the countryside
Butterflies and Bees hover by
You even attract the common fly
Strength in numbers, you grow and give;
Your nectar for other insects to live
The Daisies wanting nothing in return
They just ask you show some discern
As your child runs through the fields; making daisy chains
Ensure when they leave, some daisies remain
Had a little walk with my grandson Roman today and the park was full of daisies, buttercups and the canal had really small brightly coloured fish and dragonflies, which were bright blue. It was really energising to see, I wish I could post a picture for you.
When the sun scorched the sand,
I went to Henry’s Island.
The winter came and left the shore
Spring was for a while and then no more
The rains beat the shingled beach
The soothing autumn was within reach.
Yet I spurned these tempting seasons
Couldn’t persuade myself with good reasons
To visit the island in fairer weather
And landed on it in the harshest summer!
The sands bit my feet like burning coal
The beach seemed alone without a soul
To the distant horizon my eyes could gaze
A fishermen’s boat hung in the haze.
The red ***** though found it a fun
To come out of hole to bathe in the sun
When I was close they were quickly gone
The beach was alive and I wasn’t alone.
The seagulls skimmed the waves for fish
The sea was all mine like in the dreamiest wish
Placing all her beauties at only my command
Gifting me a glorious summer at Henry’s Island.
  Jun 2019 Jackie Mead
Traveler
Please come back
My longing heart calls
Such kindness you've shown
You've softened my falls...
Come back my muses
My loving friends
Leave me not
Here alone
  Unable to mend....
Please come back if you can
My dearest HP friends
.........................................
Traveler Tim
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