A poem....

The world, my prayer mat, poems

ok.. i have been asked to put a poem on here.. so here"s one...:-

Earth was bearing
the trees away.
pointing flowers; throws of colour;...
travelling, each of us, all the scented directions.
Sun held me, fixed in a burning birth;
whilst the air blew acute angles
around daisies.
Birds cried their lives into branches
green with a days tenancy.
Clouds frowned at me, dissolving my dust
.
Does the stem know of
its hanging spider?
The sky bend to greet
each waxing moon?
We are so small.
Our hearts beat hugely
against clay rows
of these particular days -
Each one a bead on a string.
We are numbered.
Our tomorrows hang; spiders
on the stem of heaven.
A real world to be in;
I have given myself.

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Now for what Kim Fox thought about The World, My Prayer Mat, Kim is a qualified Holistic Therapist in practice for several years and qualifying in Reflexology in 2011.

'If you have ever experienced self-doubt, emotional turmoil (as most of us have) then Linda’s poetry will not tip toe you through it gently, it lands you in the epicentre of an emotional hurricane. Her words cut through benign reality with a sharp edge and razor like observation.

The 70’s and 80’s were a travel...ogue of the trials and tribulations of life. In Linda’s own words “bitty and incomprehensible” but I might add completely understandable.

We are taken on a journey of stumbling, tumbling, phrases and words that echo reality with bare bones and soul exposed to its very core. Several of the lines from different verses stood out

“Desperation (but quietly, gently, politely framed with smiles). To me this is the “I’m fine” if you ask but not fine inside that many of us do.

“I am hoist and aloft, drifting madly, sails unfurled to the corner, where dust dances…

Beautiful!

Linda’s poem relating to Clapham Market had me there, smelling the burger smoke and observing those trapped in that moment of time.

Travelling on the roads through Linda’s journey is a rollercoaster with all range of emotions climbing to the highest peak and falling into the lowest void of despair.

In searching for the positives I found them, brief glimpses of affirmation that survival would hold out, that life could be good and is good, peaking and troughing gaining balance and perspective.

If all of the poems are based on Linda’s personal experience then bravo for having the creative where with all to write it down. If some are a reflexion of the trials and tribulations of others then Linda has an extraordinary way of relating to the moment and running it along with time.

This is a book of poetry that I will dip in and out of as each time I have read a poem I gained different insights; they seem to change with the reader’s mood.

The message, if any was intended that I got from these poems is that life can be good bad or indifferent and with acceptance, wisdom and peace it can also be fulfilling. The later poetry is calmer, more organised with lovely inspirational lines…

…A row of new mornings still lie unexplored

A lot of dusty pebbles, pearls they are now

There’s a world and my place is calling I love these.

As a conclusion to my review I have to be honest…I thought I had lost the book! After searching I asked my husband if he’d seen it. “Oh yes, it’s in my bedside drawer, good read those poems, thought provoking” This is from a man who doesn’t read poetry.

Me personally, the more I’ve read the more I enjoy, so much so it has rekindled the love I had for poetry and inspired me to write my own.

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have just heard my first book review of this book is done.. will post on here when i get it.. but apparently its a good one!!

this book has gone to Detroit, USA, to Norway.. to the South of France.. and to Germany...so far!! feels weird...

have sold, given away about 25 books so far...

one of my books.. sent to a friend, has gone AWOL...hope the person who finds it, likes it...!!

have sent my book to my closest living relative.. my fathers cousin.. who's 84.. god knows what she is going to think!! but i love her well and she shall have a copy...

more fool me for trying to change the books' photo on Amazon.. now its sideways again and I'm awaiting.. for the second time.. amazons' seller support team to turn it around.. for some bizarre reason they have also added a fictitious publisher...and deleted mine...

I've sent the book off to be reviewed by someone from the Holistic Health network... fingers crossed it gets a good review...

sold about 20 copies so far.... very pleased...

These poems, written between 1970 and 2014 comprise a journey through my life - from my 20s to my late 50s. Written sometimes in despair, in happiness, in illness (depersonalisation), in joy.. they convey glimpses of various moods and states through the journey of my life to where i am now...
as such, they are bitty, incomprehensible, obscure, brief, gritty, but to me they are indicative of the great healing and inner growth tht i have progressed through so far; they are the essence of me.

the title of my poetry book comes from a quote by Andrew Harvey from his book "Light the Flame..."
" For those who have come to grow, the whole world is a garden..
For those who wish to remain in illusion, the whole world is stage..
For those who have come to learn, the whole world is a university..
Make me one of those, lord..who come to know God.....
for whom the whole world becomes their prayer mat."

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Taken at Skopelos, one of the Ionian greek Islands..2013.

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