#SundayBlogShare – Elegy for Earth 🐝🏔🌎

“The question is, are we happy to suppose that our grandchildren may never be able to see an elephant except in a picture book?” ~ David Attenborough

In many respects the success of the human race has caused as many problems as it has solved for us collectively. Population explosion, the demands for food, pollution, the endless pursuit of profits at the expense of people, plants and animals, (especially the mega corporations such as Monsanto), who produce and use some of the most harmful ingredients known to man and nature.


Governments only seem to care about the environment when there’s something in it for them, such as tourist trade. Don’t even get me started on the destruction of rainforest for palm oil and other ingredients that fuel our ‘convenience’ lifestyle.

So many endangered species in Asia and the Amazon are seeing their habitats destroyed for the sake of a few companies and individuals making more than a few bucks. This is the dark side of capitalism. Making money no matter the cost.

But the end does not justify the means, because billions of people live on this planet. Harvesting huge swathes of the ‘lungs of the earth’ for timber and other land use may give a short term economic gain, but how can we measure the huge cost to humanity in terms of loss of diversity and disasters bought about as a result of such ecological destruction?


We can all do our bit, reducing waste, recycling, walking instead of taking a car, being aware of our buying habits, and asking ourselves, do we support environmentally conscious businesses? Do we buy cosmetics and food that is produced in an ethical and sustainable way?

Planet Earth II

I admire Sir David Attenborough in many ways, he is a brilliant broadcaster and passionate naturalist, but it’s mostly because of the man he is; the way he has dedicated his life to bringing the beauty of nature to the masses. Definitely a national treasure! He has done more in his life than probably any other person (except maybe Darwin), to help us understand and love the natural world, open our eyes to how complex and amazing planet Earth really is, showing us that humans and the natural world are interdependent. Their survival aids our survival.

Planet Earth II has been compelling viewing! Some highlights:

The last episode of Planet Earth II is airing tonight on BBC One, and it focuses on animals in urban environments. Here’s the trailer for Cities:

I hope you enjoy my poem, Elegy for Earth. It’s a bittersweet musing on what we’ve done to the animal kingdom and the planet we call home – Earth.

Elegy for Earth

Gravity pulls us to your perfect, rounded bosom,

Our feet, able to walk in soft earth, grass and sand,

Your endless bounty is a gift, pure and fulsome,

Evolved have we, to wield a greedy, grasping hand,

Eager to harvest, destroy and plunder your riches,

We continue to rape and pillage; burn nature’s bridges.


Many of our people appreciate and value such utopia,

Those who do not, give no thought to rainforests or

Wildlife; they are deaf to earth’s cry of melancholia,

No longer can she sustain this global ravage before

We reach the point of no return – alas, this is it.

Improve stewardship, or spin on a barren crypt.


Industrialisation supported our growing population,

Without thought of the consequences for our home,

We paused not, to notice the result of human invasion,

We lost the wisdom of our forebears, who used to roam

Mother Earth. Her resources are finite and dwindling fast,

If we heed not nature’s warnings; humanity will not last.


Poisonous fumes, silent smoke lace the air; breathe death

Plastic and detritus fill oceans deep and clog sunny shores,

Living rainforest cut-down, decimated, with startling breadth,

Pyres of man-made rubbish, polluting Earth’s pristine pores,

How far we have strayed, in the name of material progress,

We reap what we sow, our ultimate destruction to manifest.


How much wiser, to preserve this green and vibrant land,

As indigenous tribes have done, no need for fossil fuels

Instead we mine, we frack, we drill, we kill; be damned,

Pause, notice our impact; let’s protect our precious jewel.

Climate change accelerates, while man still procrastinates,

To continue unabated means the end of the master-race.


Ancient, tall trees and rolling seas offer healing escape,

Mountain air revives, soul solace, fresh foods replenish,

Let’s not take more than we need – replant and replace,

Waste is unforgivable when so many, from hunger, perish.

What polluted wasteland will we create for our descendants?

In all haste, will we act, to save Earth’s divine resplendence?


If thriving pastures and woodlands are turned to dust,

As we wage chemical warfare on all that is pure and good,

Complain we cannot, about modern plagues’ relentless thrust,

Wars, droughts and floods; apocalypse no longer misunderstood,

Through hardship of experience, source of harmful disease,

Species wiped out; no fish, no tigers, no monkeys or bees.


The ghost of Christmas past says, stop! Look! See!

How hunting made animals extinct, and smog is choking,

The spirit of the present says, you will not get off scot-free,

Serious consequences to stand and face; no point hoping…

For the ghost of Christmas future, to bring good tidings,

Redemption lies only in ceasing madness; our silver linings.


Imagine hell on Earth; no pristine wilderness left to explore,

No clean seas to sail on or swim in, surf polluted waves,

Dante’s Inferno would be a nightmare reality to deplore,

We have the power to do our bit, our planet to save,

Halt the mindless massacre, before it’s too late,

If we do nothing together, then we seal our fate…


By Virginia Burges

#SundayBlogShare – Honouring The Fallen on Remembrance Sunday

The Fallen

The fallen have no voice, our freedom is their sign,

Oh, brave heroes, selfless deeds claimed your prime,

Your words were left unspoken, on hellish frontiers,

But we still hear you, even after all these years…

History has veiled your suffering, sacrifice never to forget,

So many wars, too many battles; faced by general and cadet,

Greedy death, your serpent like tongue, too fast ran,

Devouring life after life; from cruel carnage of man.

The Somme’s sodden, bloody fields saw many a charge,

Cut down by a hail of bullets, bombs small and large,

Pounding hooves, feet and tanks, cover pestilent ground,

Ear splitting screams, explosions, to stealthy silence sound.


When the smoke has cleared, gritty eyes cannot bear indignity,

Of mangled and missing bodies; but in courage lies nobility,

A debt we can never repay, you faced evil, settled the score,

Faces we cannot see, but your deeds are the stuff of lore,

Our hearts fill with gratitude, for your unwaivering duty,

Concrete shells of empty buildings, stripped of beauty,

Serve as reminders of lost limbs and shattered homes,

Your graves tended, sought are your lost, scattered bones.

The dice has been shaken; the dice has been rolled,

Your number is up; time to cross the eternal threshold,

You went into danger, knowing you may never return,

A mission impossible, no easy final sojourn…


Last post played, last drink downed, from life’s bitter-sweet cup,

If lucky, you could savour the taste, before going up,

Was it sweet? Was it sour? Did you know we wear your flower?

Red petals bloom in a sea of crimson; your poppies empower.

You drew a line in the sand, to defend our cherished homeland,

But the tragic loss of life, is hard to fully understand,

Our freedom is won, and the many thank the few,

Conflict resolved, because of what you went through.

Stories of the fallen continue to be told; as is just,

Their tales must not pass unknown, into shadows and dust,

The fallen show us the true meaning of extraordinary bravery,

So that we may never again, be shackled by tyranny and slavery.


You answered the call; sentinels of the skies, preserving lands,

Plummeting the depths of oceans, with protective hands,

Platoons, divisions, armies of ordinary men and women,

You saw and did, more of your share, of spying and killing.

Infiltrating enemy lines, up against cold, hunger and snipers,

Risking it all, to intercept and thwart, cleverly coded ciphers,

Through ninety percent of human history a war has waged…

Worthy causes hailed by leaders, for followers to engage.

The fallen will cry no more: anguish and pain disappear,

The fallen paid the highest price for valour through fear,

The fallen fought for peace: to preserve a free society,

Honour and respect the fallen, by living with humanity.


By Virginia Burges

#SundayBlogShare – The Paradox of Polarities 🌞🌛☺️😭

Lately I have been trying to make sense of how I act unconsciously. Watching to see what happens when I allow certain situations or people to push my buttons!

It has been a busy and somewhat stressful time for me over the past few weeks, and to get through this intense phase I know I need to be more aware of the emotions that I have disowned in myself, and therefore rub me up the wrong way when other people display that very ‘thing’.

To shine the light of awareness on my my own internal state is not easy, but it is helpful. For when we become conscious of a hidden belief or shadow that is driving us, we can integrate and ‘own’ it, and the dysfunctional behaviour that surrounds it will drop away. We rarely act in a way that is detrimental to our well-being once we are conscious of it.

Writing about this subject in the form of poetry has helped me to understand the concept better and apply it in my own life. I hope you enjoy the poem in its own right, along with the sublime art (which always reflects beautifully the human condition).

Long may the light shine on you (and your shadows!) Happy Sunday!

The Paradox of Polarities

Juliet lamented to Romeo: ‘parting is such sweet sorrow’,

Yet we love…yearning to insatiably consume,

Maybe fearing, perhaps craving the morrow.

What will fate serve us: fortune or doom?

Whatever may manifest in these given hours,

That which we truly see, is endowed with powers…

The Last Kiss of Romeo and Juliet by Francesco Hayez

The Last Kiss of Romeo and Juliet by Francesco Hayez

Where our vision dares to go, energy will flow,

Born are we, into the realm of black and white,

Intrepid into the shadow side, we must not go.

To survive this masquerade we stay in the light,

Reprisals in childhood make us afraid to venture,

As adults, what is perceived as dark, we censure…

Orpheus and Eurydice in the Underworld by Peter Paul Rubens

Orpheus and Eurydice in the Underworld by Peter Paul Rubens

Lurking somewhere beneath, dark soils unconscious mind,

It cannot be disowned, denied and repressed forever,

Expressing covertly as dysfunctional, not kind.

To exhibit that which we thought of never,

The voice we accept not in ourselves, or in others,

Speaks the loudest, drowns out, and smothers.

Othello and Desdemona by Christian Köhler

Othello and Desdemona by Christian Köhler

Despite our best efforts, eventually in vain,

We never will destroy shadows; our other side,

As night follows day, with pleasure comes pain.

The vast spectrum of life is not easy to divide,

Opposites attract, nay, depend on each other to exist,

Demarcation is purely conceptual, shrouded in mist…

Hamlet - Act IV Scene V - Ophelia Before the King and Queen by Benjamin West

Hamlet – Act IV Scene V – Ophelia Before the King and Queen by Benjamin West

How humans define polarity is arbitrary,

Endless primordial cauldron of emotion,

Good against evil can be so contrary.

Life and death, clarity and confusion,

Appear they, to be separate ideas of reality,

Isolated by social convention, for the sake of sanity…

Macbeth and the Ghost of Duncan by Theodore Chasseriau

Macbeth and the Ghost of Duncan by Theodore Chasseriau

Thus, one ‘thing’ is split into a patchwork field,

We can only appreciate health because of illness,

Energy delineated, to create our journey we wield.

We can harm or heal; by practice, learn to witness,

The inner states with which we play the game,

Be we happy or sad, empty or full, of pride or shame…

The Illness of Antiochus from Antiochus and Stratonice by Jean Auguste Dominique Ingres

The Illness of Antiochus from Antiochus and Stratonice by Jean-Auguste-Dominique Ingres

To avoid any experience is to fall on our sword,

Better to watch and feel, then move forward,

Enjoy passion, shun apathy, either inspired or bored.

Awareness frees us from stagnation and being cornered,

To surf the panoply and panorama of tides,

Waves of dichotomy ebb and flow from all sides…

Tristan and Isolde by Herbert James Draper

Tristan and Isolde by Herbert James Draper

The paths we take are followed in physics,

Nature’s eternal, divine laws unfold regardless,

To deny a part of the whole is to set limits.

What is buried, resisted and guarded will surface,

Dip into darkness again; find a flicker of light,

A single, bright, dancing flame expands in sight…

The taking of Christ by Caravaggio

The taking of Christ by Caravaggio

We make up right and wrong as we go along,

Physical forms of the infinite, quantum reality,

Both here and not here; is a part of our song.

For singing softens the immutable tree of polarity,

Rotting roots, scarred bark, broken branches, lofty leaves;

Wild forest, shaped into desired topiary: thus life weaves…

By Virginia Burges

Socrates tears Alcibiades from the embrace of sensual pleasure by Jean-Baptiste Regnault c. 1791

Socrates tears Alcibiades from the embrace of sensual pleasure by Jean-Baptiste Regnault circa 1791

#SundayBlogShare – Impressions of Cornwall on my Cornea… 🐚🌊⚓

Well, strictly speaking I guess it should be retina, but it doesn’t quite have the same ring to it! After a week exploring yet more of south Cornwall I felt compelled to pen some prose about all things Cornish.

Porthcurno - wave

Cornwall reminds you in sometimes very bleak, stark terms, that away from urban spaces humans are vulnerable. Exposed to the elements we are at the mercy of nature, but for the most part, we are furnished beyond measure with every conceivable bucolic blessing.

Ancient, Celtic landscape demands attention and respect,

Ethereal, translucent light, any roaming spirit lifts,

Illuminating land of lighthouses, coast of craggy cliffs,

Treacherous, rocky graveyards to long wrecked ships,

Barrels of rum and sailors drowned, washed ashore…

LE - looking out towards longships lighthouse

Looking out to the Longships Lighthouse at Land’s End

Cold Celtic sea pounds sandy, surf-battered beaches,

Rolling waves – inevitable – powerful, break again and again…

Spewing white, foamy fingers as they meet rock and grain,

No land can defy its constant relentless erosion,

Every crash roars ‘brave me if you dare’!

Porthcurno - girls in water

Stunning sights around every curve, inlet and bay,

Quaint fishing harbours safely enclose painted boats,

Peeling, wooden hulls bobbing, heeling, always afloat

Gulls swoop and cry over glassy, glinting ripples

Delight in pasties, Cornish-cream teas and ice-cream.

Pretty Porthleven Harbour

Pretty Porthleven Harbour

For respite from epic, elemental coastal landscapes,

Seek out misty moors, carpeted with prickly heather,

Inviting inns provide shelter from inclement weather,

Discover the literary heritage of a proud pirate past,

It’s every hiker’s trail and a smuggler’s paradise.

Gunwalloe Church Cove

Gunwalloe Church Cove

Half ruined, silent chimneys protrude from green meadows

Home to birds, since their halcyon days of mining,

Rich seams of copper and tin, now empty lining

Deep shafts delve down from deserted engine houses

The wheals closed, bereft of investment and profit.

Wheal Coates, St. Agnes

Wheal Coates, St. Agnes

Windy lanes and high hedgerows separate patchwork fields,

Undulating hills adorned by herds of carefree cows,

Gnarled old trees hold secrets in their boughs,

Lost gardens, manicured lawns, flower filled biospheres,

Yet more views beckon to greedy irises…

Emily and Ruby on tree

Hidden horseshoe coves bask in sun and breeze,

Secret caves found, as gushing, tidal oceans bare,

Invigorate senses, inhale pure, salt infused air,

Tingling droplets moisten parched, urban skin

Sweet scent of the sea fills burgeoning lungs.

LE - view of coast

Lofty, stone towers and Church spires are dwarfed,

By tall wind turbines, with sharp white blades,

Solar panels reflect and fill farmers’ glades,

Ancient, rooted, mossy riverbanks trickle by unhindered,

Revel in her diversity and ever present views.

Clowance - Emily and Ruby on bridge

Irreverent skies change like chameleons, clear one moment,

Foreboding the next; clouds morphing into gangsters,

Cotton white puffs swell into angry grey monsters

Filling your vision as they darken and loom,

Ready to suddenly release their vast, watery weight.

Porthleven - dramatic skies and sea

Land before time; shaped by eons of cosmic forces.

Iconic, coastal scenery captures hearts and imagination,

Last bastion of English Riviera, gritty, island nation,

Before I depart, Cornwall bestows her treasure:

A lasting impression on my cornea…

View towards the Minack Theatre from Porthcurno Beach

View towards the Minack Theatre from Porthcurno Beach

#SundayBlogShare – The Joys of Spring 🌷🌾⛅☔

The Joys of Spring

The chilly, desolate air of winter is abating,

It’s time for frolicking; animals are mating,

Softer grounds yield bounty to probing beaks,

A sprightly dawn chorus will lift flagging spirits.

Springtime Awakening by Luc Oliver Merson

Springtime Awakening by Luc Oliver Merson

First splash of rowdy pigments signals awakening,

The patient spirit of spring, indefatigable, unwavering,

Bright yellow daffodils, pretty pink blossom, and

Vivid purple crocuses, give pleasure to gaze upon.

A song of Springtime by John William Waterhouse c. 1913

A song of Springtime by John William Waterhouse c. 1913

Rebirth and transition occurs all around us,

Unleashing fervent growth – stillness to flux,

Hibernation is over, sleepy eyes can refocus,

Once again, life is animated, freshness permeates.

Springtime at Giverny by Claude Monet c. 1886

Springtime at Giverny by Claude Monet c. 1886

Release and use your body’s reserves,

Shed your winter coat, it no longer serves,

Momentous celestial maneuvers fire up creation,

This very day ushers in the Spring Equinox.

The First Day of Spring by Alfred Sisley c. 1889

The First Day of Spring by Alfred Sisley c. 1889

Longer days give rise to abundant energies,

Green leaves will soon clothe barren trees,

Regeneration sparks quiet, dormant hearts,

Welcome the bifurcation of old and new.

Spring by Gustave Loiseau

Spring by Gustave Loiseau

None can escape the March Hare’s madness,

It’s time to bid farewell to winter sadness,

Warm, hazy sun beams now and then,

We can venture forth from our snug cocoons.

Narcissus by John William Waterhouse

Narcissus by John William Waterhouse

Morning mist hangs, layered in pale cloud,

Illuminated by light, casting ghostly shroud,

Soon, like a parting season, it will evaporate,

Just as sky reflects blue, imbued with clarity.

Spring Morning by Ernest Lawson

Spring Morning by Ernest Lawson

In valley, moor, meadow and plain,

Plants are nourished with sunshine and rain,

The landscape undergoes a metamorphosis,

Once barren soil mutates into pastures fertile.

Small meadows in Spring by Alfred Sisley c. 1880

Small meadows in Spring by Alfred Sisley c. 1880

Stroll in sunny fields, this season do not squander,

Like a stream meanders, free your soul and wander,

With her glorious, lustrous hues, spring invigorates,

Breathe in life, explore nature’s vibrant palette.

Spring in Italy by Isaac levitan c. 1890

Spring in Italy by Isaac levitan c. 1890

Tightly clenched, silken buds suddenly unfurl,

Dancing with wind, sweet petals sway and swirl,

The Earth shares her joy through spring,

Spreading new hope with a canvas of colour…

Spring (detail) by Sir Lawrence Alma-Tadema

Spring (detail) by Sir Lawrence Alma-Tadema

#SundayBlogShare – Your Inner Goddess 💗🙋

My musings today are for the sisterhood, for the sacred feminine that isn’t celebrated enough in our modern, patriarchal society.

Diana and her Nymphs - Johannes Vermeer c. 1653 - 1656

Diana and her Nymphs – Johannes Vermeer c. 1653 – 1656

I’m showing some love this Valentine’s Day for women around the world; so often mistreated, forgotten, ignored, repressed, used, abused, attacked, criticised, taken for granted, unappreciated, struggling to live in your beauty and power…this is for you, and for all men who agree with these sentiments and love, cherish and admire you for how special you are!

Circe Offering the Cup to Odysseus - JW Waterhouse c. 1891

Circe Offering the Cup to Odysseus – JW Waterhouse c. 1891

Your Inner Goddess

The ancient goddess, that mythical, sensual deity,

Archetypal, dwelling in you is she;

Endowing her wisdom, virtue and fecundity.

Use her radiance and effulgence in days,

She presents herself in a myriad of ways.

Venus et l'amour - Lambert Sustris c. 1550

Venus et l’amour – Lambert Sustris c. 1550

Your inner Goddess takes any form you desire,

There is Gaia, Rhea, Madonna, Ninhursag,

Creative energy populates, always on fire.

Heavenly mother, epitome of unconditional love,

Life is in you, ever fertile, below and above.

Madonna in the meadow - Raphael c. 1506

Madonna in the meadow – Raphael c. 1506

From the youthful, sweet singing siren,

Luring lusty sailors to misfortune, to the

Nubile nymph, perched seductively on grassy lichen.

You and nature are one; nurturing and plentiful,

Elemental, ephemeral, eternal, intoxicating, bountiful…

Hylas and the Nymphs - John William Waterhouse c. 1896

Hylas and the Nymphs – John William Waterhouse c. 1896

So it has been; throughout the age of humanity,

In every philosophy, religion, or zeitgeist,

Goddesses of every age, passion and variety;

Were revered and respected to give,

Their gifts: both benign and destructive.

Marie de Medici as Bellona by Peter Paul Rubens c. 1625

Marie de Medici as Bellona by Peter Paul Rubens c. 1625

In business you can call on Athena,

From Rome she rules supreme in crafts and strategy,

For immortal, divine wisdom: Sophia.

Aphrodite and Venus bestow love, pleasure, beauty,

Celtic Brigantia exalts to mountain peaks lofty.

The Birth of Venus - Sandro Botticelli c. 1484-86

The Birth of Venus – Sandro Botticelli c. 1484-86

Huntress Artemis, protector of babies born,

Archer, animal loving daughter of Zeus,

Feel her fury if a warrior goddess you scorn.

Kali, Pele and Enyo destroy evil, unleash war,

Align with your Goddess companion and soar.

The Death of Acteon (Diana) - Titian c. 1559 - 1575

The Death of Acteon (Diana) – Titian c. 1559 – 1575

Seek Minerva for intellect, music and magic,

Connect with your sacred feminine,

To ignore your inner Goddess is tragic.

You are flesh and blood; bone and sinew,

Beauty and brains; but mythology is in you!

Astarte Syriaca - Dante Gabriel Rossetti c. 1878

Astarte Syriaca – Dante Gabriel Rossetti c. 1878

Adapt and use her primordial intensity,

To bless and infuse your uniqueness,

Be it as lover, healer, or essence of vitality.

You are a powerful cosmic sorceress,

Worship your inner goddess…

Athena - Gustav Klimt c. 1898

Athena – Gustav Klimt c. 1898

#SundayBlogShare – The Stream of Life 🌅⛲

More philosophical prose from a wannabe poet!

The stream of life constantly flows

Let its currents carry you to shores anew,

Rowing upstream fights all that is,

Resistance drains and depletes you.

Let go, stay in the flow…

Scene by Norwegian Impressionist painter Frits Thaulow

Scene by Norwegian Impressionist painter Frits Thaulow

Uncharted waters can lead us astray,

Perhaps almost drown us, shred nerves.

Coughing and spluttering we emerge,

Cursing the deep, deceptive curves.

Let go, stay in the flow…

Frits Thaulow - Woodland scene with a river

Frits Thaulow – Woodland scene with a river

Do not hold on to pain and injustice,

It is a gift in disguise,

But if we wallow too long,

We can tell ourselves lies.

Let go, stay in the flow…

Frits Thaulow - Washerwomen in the morning at Quimperle

Frits Thaulow – Washerwomen in the morning at Quimperle

The pain in us notices the hurt of another,

Sad songs, the gaze of mournful eyes.

You took a wrong turn too,

But we are still buoyant, alive.

Let go, stay in the flow…

Frits Thaulow - An orchard on the banks of a river

Frits Thaulow – An orchard on the banks of a river

A book says don’t get used to suffering,

It’s not your natural state.

Choking and stifling the freedom of the soul,

Heavy burdens give it weight.

Let go, stay in the flow…

Frits Thaulow - Moonlit canal

Frits Thaulow – Moonlit canal

Like a river that stands still too long,

Blocked, putrid water will stagnate,

Its inertia pooling with bacteria;

In the stench of foul smelling hate.

Let go, stay in the flow…

Frits Thaulow - Water Mill

Frits Thaulow – Water Mill

When the spirit becomes infected

It slowly poisons the mind,

Disease infiltrates the body,

The trinity of mind, body and soul is blind.

Let go, stay in the flow…

Frits Thaulow - Snow landscape

Frits Thaulow – Snow landscape

Don’t get addicted to the juice of suffering,

It’s easy to do.

Your past is not your present,

NOW is the moment we are NEW

Let go, stay in the flow…

Frits Thaulow - Winter at the river Simoa

Frits Thaulow – Winter at the river Simoa

Are you moving forward?

Navigate through seasons and storms,

Enjoy the moments of calm;

Savour the view, there are no norms.

Let go, stay in the flow…

Frits Thaulow

Frits Thaulow

Cells in our bodies replace and renew,

We are not physically the same.

Let your emotions roll on too,

The soul must follow its own name.

Let go, stay in the flow…

Frits Thaulow

Frits Thaulow

There is no right and wrong,

Only what serves a sentient being.

Companions share our mysterious journeys,

Under the glassy, reflective surface, you become all seeing.

And remember…let go, stay in the flow…

By Virginia Burges.

Frits Thaulow

Frits Thaulow

#SundayBlogShare – Reflections on Life and Love 🌄🌌👪

Random musings from the keyboard of a poorly but philosophical Ginny on this rainy Sunday…

What does it mean to live an authentic life?

Precious gifts of breathing, thinking and feeling…

Simple enough on the surface.

Breath flows regardless of our thoughts,

Minds wander into other realms

Emotions stemming from the former.

Hikers hammock

Masters and navigators of the senses,

How do we control and stimulate them?

That responsibility is our challenge…

Life would be shallow without the depth of despair,

Life would be meaningless without the joy of love,

Life would be boring without learning and becoming.

Statue of liberty at night

Like the concept of compound interest,

Personal growth accumulates in the bank of life.

Many actions originate beneath the surface,

Steering us blindly into seas as yet uncharted.

This gift of life, we can use it wisely or squander it.

It’s not just about us, but all souls.


Do we not hail from the same source?

The mysterious paradox: we are different, but the same.

What separates us is our beliefs; limiting or otherwise.

What matters is how we use our strengths and virtues,

Forget the flaws, we share those too.

Follow your heart, it beats in wisdom.

Summerside, PEI. Summerside waterfront.

Humanity: expression of a diverse panoply of peoples,

A melting pot of DNA and talents;

We come in all shapes and sizes, but all share the Spirit.

Spirit infuses us with purpose and passion,

In hedonism, satisfaction is fleeting and empty

Meaningful experience is the very crux of life…

woman swimming

The connection of souls is limitless,

A deep well that each of us draws from

And contributes to;

Our wellbeing or suffering affects another

In ways we have yet to comprehend,

But love makes everything worthwhile.

vinyl record - find your groove

Without love, existence is a physical void,

A space of nothingness, matter without nucleus

Society asleep thrives on celebrity gossip, victimhood.

We are all here now; on this planet together.

Random acts of kindness go unreported,

But the recipient knows the warmth of that deed.

morning cup of tea

If my light were extinguished now, what would my legacy be?

Would the impression of my existence be noticed?

A brief stitch on the infinite tapestry of time…

It lies not in wealth or fame,

But in the small moments of giving and receiving,

Living in the present…

surf on a sandy shore

Part of the perpetual ebb and flow of life.

A hug and a kind word to demonstrate love,

The hand outstretched to a friend in strife

The courage to be who you are;

Share your creativity, your innermost self.

Lives are like beacons: one light signals to the next.

Lighthouse at night

Now the hills are ablaze with fires.

A universe of souls aligned with their light,

And accepting of their shadows.

Don’t deny or resist your power,

Be who you are, shine your light!

In doing so, you illuminate the way for others to do the same.

underneath a daisy

Life is for Living In Flow Eternally…

#SundayBlogShare – Equilibrium 🎭⛅

Life operates on an invisible pendulum,

Constantly moving and evolving…

Swinging to love; weightless and free,

Where gratitude and mirth overflow

But momentum is gathering,

It will swing back.


Pausing for an infinitesimal moment, in boundless joy

Before lurching towards the depths,

Passing through an emotional kaleidoscope

To its opposite partner: despair.

I feel its inevitable power and sway,

Like a heeling yacht at the mercy of the ocean.


Please don’t let those dark tentacles pull me down,

Dragging me towards the inner abyss,

Where blackness engulfs and consumes.

A void, a vacuum of happiness and air

I cannot breathe, burdens are impossible to bear,

Hope – do not desert me, I will become nothingness.


Realm of unmet desire, stifled purpose, broken dreams

And so it goes;

I teeter between light and dark,

Passing through the chromatic scales of life,

Spared no notes; resonance for every season.

A symphony of joy, a sonata for sorrow,


Plucked and played at each end of the spectrum,

My journeyed heart yearns for equilibrium.

It can be the organ of my ecstasy, or my downfall…

There is no way to ignore its vibrations.

I am the composer of my soul’s music,

I alone conduct the sound of my energies.


Singing true to my keys: be they major or minor.

Will I soar on a meaningful adagio?

Or become enslaved to a never-ending fugue?

Will my melody ever be heard in the vast universe?

Listened to or ignored, my music is being performed.

I will play it, then let it go.


Those tunes will come to their finale,

I must remain in control; in balance…

At home in the symmetry of my soul;

That place of perfect peace and serenity.

Why must I experience such extremes?

Perhaps that is the nature of intense passions?


Without the lows there would be no highs.

I cannot deny my feelings,

They are part of me, not greater than the whole.

Once felt, I endeavour to release them,

Send them on their merry or miserable way,

And return, once again to equilibrium…

By Virginia Burges

#SundayBlogShare – Autumn Foliage 🍂🍁

Anyone in my social circle may suspect that October is my favourite month! Last year I collated some beautiful poems, paintings and literature in the post Ode to Autumn.

Camille Pissarro

Camille Pissarro

I hope my own words can cast a ray of light on your Sunday and paint some worthy burnished pictures in your mind…(alongside some Impressionist beauties)!

Autumn Foliage

You don’t possess the scorching heat of Summer;

Yet your warm palette brightens my soul.

Flaming tones of yellow, orange, ochre and red,

Have committed green to verdant memory.

Febrile fronds merge and sway in unison,

A kaleidoscope of colour ablaze on my retina,

Nature’s last jump for joy, before Winter comes.

Camille Pissarro

Camille Pissarro

I see tinted, vivid leaves clinging defiantly,

Radiating their seasonal light like a supernova,

An explosion of ephemeral, golden bloom,

Before they are ripped from branch and bough.

To be tossed and discarded,

On the breath of exuberant winds.

Swirling, withering petals of vibrant tincture;

James Tissot

James Tissot

Eventually laid to rest…

Creating a carpet of luminous pigmentation,

Dry and crisp under boisterous boots,

A final burst of spirited and spicy intensity.

The burnt hues of Autumn will soon be gone,

Leaving my eyes bereft of beauty.

Wind whistling long…

Pierre Auguste Renoir

Pierre Auguste Renoir

Through the bleak, bare trees of winter.

Empty conker skins and mulchy leaves break down

Their recycled atoms dormant until spring,

Waiting to power tentative daffodil buds.

Death and decay, the cold season brings,

For renewal means to die and to be reborn;

…Even more magnificent than ever.

By Virginia Burges

Camille Pissarro

Camille Pissarro