Shadows into Light

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Light and Cane series – June Perkins

There are days when you can play
with shadows to see the light
you can find these on journeys
past cane and fallen down trees.

Life has corners you can’t see
twists and turns
still photography.

Sometimes we don’t see connections
We go and miss
the shimmering.
Sometimes we don’t see the beauty
We’ve forgotten how to feel.

You can chase the sunlight
across the window panes.
You can turn it into
anything you want.

Climb and clamber
shine and Sway
in the forests
light the way.

Capture a glimpse of connection
dream of nature’s rhapsody
make this a day to remember.
Chase the shadows into light.

Sometimes we don’t see connections.
We go and miss the shimmerings

Sometimes we don’t see the beauty,
We’ve forgotten how to feel.
Make this a day to remember
Chase the shadows into light

(c) June Perkins, song lyric.

Over at my ripple poetry blog I am sharing lots of poems on light, from my own work and other’s writings, in celebration of the International Year of Light. Here is one that I wrote after cyclone yasi.

Basket of Light

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In the late afternoons baskets of light weave themselves into the branches.

They catch the sun and make it into petals and stars dancing through circles.

I love to watch  for these baskets of light. Click them into my camera and hold them in an image.

If only children could climb into them away from the world’s fights.

They could beam their future, their dreams, their innocent light into the hearts of all them that are too attached to land and ideals that separate and antagonise.

Oh for the baskets of light that give the human spirit might. If only they could capture hate and ignorance and burn them away.

The sky cannot be owned. The sun cannot be captured. The light shines on all, through the baskets of light.

(c) June Perkins, words and image.

When I pass

Always behind
seeking to capture textures of a family walk
mushrooms in a tree stump

When I pass
is this one of the images that will flash before me?

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When I pass will I see
reality lights of cane and sunset
flickering orange, green merging and
realise my soul is
an interconnection of light to light memories
people there flicker
into lamps of their soul

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The lamp of my soul
becomes zen of light and circles
all colours
and none
is this what souls look like
when we pass and go to meet our loved ones?

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(c) June Perkins, images and words.

Seeing what is really there – more from ripple poetry

waiting for the eclipse
Ocean Gazing – June Perkins

His favourite colour is to be found in the ocean
but yesterday he realised it was not always blue
but green & grey
pink & blue
& it depended on
the way the light was reflected
& he then began drawing the
ocean all its colours
& then found out
a flame was not yellow.

By June Perkins

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Light on Ocean – June Perkins

You can find more poems from me and my community at Ripple Poetry.