A poem

[Mostew]

A PORTABLE PARADISE by Roger Robinson

And if I speak of Paradise,

then I’m speaking of my grandmother

who told me to carry it always

on my person, concealed, so

no one else would know but me.

That way they can’t steal it, she’d say.

And if life puts you under pressure,

trace its ridges in your pocket,

smell its pine scent on your handkerchief,

hum its anthem under your breath.

And if your stresses are sustained and daily,

get yourself to an empty room – be it hotel,

hostel or hovel – find a lamp

and empty your paradise onto a desk:

your white sands, green hills and fresh fish.

Shine the lamp on it like the fresh hope of morning,

and keep staring at it till you sleep.

.

[shaws]

Very nice and soothing.

[tattybogle]

I liked that. thankyou.

I still have a bit of blue 'sea glass' in my coat pocket that i picked off the shore of Loch Eriboll, near Cape Wrath on the north coast of Scotland . I trace it's ridges in my pocket every so often and smile . it was a beautiful day.

[Mostew in reply to tattybogle]

We so need inspiration .at the moment especially

How lovely to hear of your sea glass

[judithclaire]

Thank you. Love this! JC

[Mostew in reply to judithclaire]

It's one to read again and again isn't it.