In Mother Nature’s Palm
Mother Nature’s Palm …
In Mother Nature’s Palm
On waking in my soft warm bed,
Wind howls outside these walls.
I watch the treetops bend and sway,
The sound of Nature calls.
Feeling lazy like a sloth
I push the bedspread back.
I yawn and put my feet to floor,
Then rub my aching back.
Shuffling to the kitchen,
I put the kettle on,
Then wander out onto the porch,
To butcher birds in song.
I sit back on my outdoor chair,
And look towards the trees,
A cat rubs up against my leg,
Where would I rather be?
With cup in hand, I sit and stare,
Relaxing in the calm,
Appreciating where I live:
In Mother Nature’s palm.
Prologue
I had intended to write a poem on a totally different subject, and indeed, I even started to write it. However, the subject matter was far from uplifting and made me dwell on a recent unhappy situation. I really needed to start the day with something more pleasant. Hence, I wrote this short poem instead. I am glad I did.
John Hansen © 2016
Now I find myself branching out and experimenting with short fiction, and thoroughly enjoying this, especially flash fiction.
I have been fortunate to have two poems made into songs and recorded. The first "On the Road to Kingdom Come" by Al Wordlaw, and the second, "If I Could Write a Love Poem" by award-winning Israeli/British singer Tally Koren.
My services increasingly in demand as a freelance writer and I have ghost-written the text for a number of children's books and educational tutorials.
It has taken me many years of searching and restlessness to realise that my life's passion is to write. It saddens me that I wasted so many years not devoting to that, but thinking positively, the experiences gained over those years are now wonderful material for my stories and poems.
I want to try to bring a new focus on poetry and try to make it appealing to a new generation of young people and those who thought they never liked or understood it before.
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Hello John , And we are glad you did Too! Where IS there that’s a better place to be than in the palm of nature ? Perfect !
Thank you, Ed. Yes, I like it here 🙂
Yes, I agree with Ed – so glad you wrote this poem, it is beautiful. The palm of Mother Nature is a wonderful place to be, you couldn’t ask for any better. I love it, John. Thank you for sharing your world, your place, your home.
Thank you Phyllis, it is a special place.
There are special places for all of us, it’s how we observe it, dwell in it, get uplifted by it. I felt your calmness being in Mother Natures palm John. I chuckled when I read, “to butcher birds in song”not sure if you were saying, they felt you butchering them painfully with your song, or interrupting them in their song? In any case, i felt the calm and peace at your dwelling as I’m certain, the birds, cat and quietude did as well. Lovely calm poem my friend. Enjoyed the rhyme.
Haha, Vincent. I butcher any song I try to sing, but no, I interrupted the butcher birds. They sing to tell me it is time to feed the cats because they eat any leftovers. The black and white birds (here in Australia) such as butcher birds and magpies have the most beautiful songs. Glad you felt the calmness in this peace.
I know this is a true story John and loved hearing it. Your words were a camera and caught every step! Beautifully done!!
Yes, you know me well, Jackie. It is a true story. Thanks for reading.
A nice reminder of the beauty around us and what we should all be thankful for in a world filled with contention and violence. Nature in all aspect always helps me to find balance. Well penned and expressed my friend.
I am always in awe of what surrounds me, Tony, and ever thankful I don’t live in the city with all its “convention and violence.” Thanks for your kind comment.
Beautifully expressed, the best place – palm of mother nature.
Thank you Nithya. There is no better place to be.