A moment of happiness


A Moment of Happiness    by Mewlana Jalaluddin Rumi


A moment of happiness,
you and I sitting on the verandah,
apparently two, but one in soul, you and I.
We feel the flowing water of life here,
you and I, with the garden’s beauty
and the birds singing.
The stars will be watching us,
and we will show them
what it is to be a thin crescent moon.
You and I unselfed, will be together,
indifferent to idle speculation, you and I.
The parrots of heaven will be cracking sugar
as we laugh together, you and I.
In one form upon this earth,
and in another form in a timeless sweet land.



photograph Rose Cook


Spring blessings


Make the Ordinary Come Alive      by William Martin


Do not ask your children
to strive for extraordinary lives.
Such striving may seem admirable,
but it is a way of foolishness.
Help them instead to find the wonder
and the marvel of an ordinary life.
Show them the joy of tasting
tomatoes, apples, and pears.
Show them how to cry
when pets and people die.
Show them the infinite pleasure
in the touch of a hand.
And make the ordinary come alive for them.
The extraordinary will take care of itself.


From The Parent’s Tao Te Ching: Ancient Advice for Modern Parents



photograph Rose Cook

December… wishing you peace






this is the time of ice, of hungry birds,

give broken bread so they may come –

crows slip on the tops of walls,

puffed pigeon risk a cat-watched lawn



( whisper it )

is about





this is a time of dilemmas

whether to give or not,

does it matter or not,

looking for meaning



( remember it )

is about loving

and not-loving.



Poem and photograph Rose Cook

A Summer Solstice Blessing



This is my final day of the Post a Poem a Day for 5 days Challenge, so here is a new poem ‘A Summer Solstice Blessing’ for tomorrow and I nominate
Richard Thomas​ to post one of his poems every day for 5 days and tag someone new each day.


A Summer Solstice Blessing


May the bugs never affect your crops.
May the outside leaves of your lettuce
always be free of slugs.
May the magpies keep clear of your garden,
so the smaller birds can play.
May the mice not pick at your compost
and your hens always be in lay.
May you have warm words on a bright evening,
a full glass on this longest day
and a smooth road home all the way to your door.



poem and photo Rose Cook

Post a Poem a Day for 5 days Challenge


My second day of the Post a Poem a Day for 5 days Challenge.
Here is ‘Spa Visit’ which is in my poetry collection Taking Flight (Oversteps Books, 2009) and I nominate Jackie Juno to post one of her poems every day for 5 days and tag someone new each day.

Spa Visit

In San Giuliano we find the spa
where Shelley and Byron bathed
for their health.
We stand outside in bright sun
to watch the fountain play.

You point to a balcony, a statue,
Giuliano himself perhaps.
He looks a little like the Pope,
all in white with a short cape and ?.
Slowly we realise, it is a folded parasol.
We have seen so many statues,
we are hallucinating. We begin to laugh.

We laugh out in the hot garden,
by the spa where Shelley bathed,
shortly before he drowned.
We laugh, holding on to each other,
while the Pope looks down on us,
or is it San Giuliano,
and the white coated spa attendants
flit past open doors.
We laugh, while the old men watch us
from the shadowed side of the town square.

I put my hand in the fountain
and wonder if Shelley felt any premonition
while he relaxed in the sulphured thermal waters,
sinking into their healing embrace.


poem and photo Rose Cook