My new collection of poetry is virtually ready to go. I have my family working on an exciting eye catching title. The following is a middle verse from a desperate love poem:

Lovers by chance would stop and meet/While rain kissed puddles at their feet/

Reflect the glow their passion sends/To shine such warmth and make amends

This verse is the more optimistic in a rather bleak landscape.  However the end will make most people feel better!

Denny Bradbury

Thanks to my muse who sits on my left shoulder and leads me to new ideas and thoughts

What is a wave?/A thought from the sea/A gift from Poseidon/Just for me

What is a sea thought?/Whence does it come?/Crashing about me/Bursting through foam

I will publish the rest of this poem along with my new collection soon.

Best wishes from DennyBradbury

Having spent some very little time in South Korea I was impressed by the culture and being an avid poetry lover and writer I share with you a translation of 16th century poet Chong Ch’ol

A sudden shower/splatters the lotus leaf/but I cannot find the track of water/I wish my heart/were like that leaf, that nothing ever stained it.

I acknowledge the translation of Fr Kevin O’Rourke

Best wishes and peace – Denny Bradbury

It is at this burgeoning time of year that my thoughts turn to nature and how we never quite get the balance right for the survival of the planet. The more we take and don’t put back the more nature has to struggle to re balance.

Light flooded meadows brimming with sweet honeyed flowers bedappled with dew;                                                                                                                                       Butterflies bumblebees damosels too drunkenly stagger in nectar filled hue; How is this image today now expressed as fields drunk with pesticides only are dressed?                                                                                                                                  Mistakes of the past rear up now to haunt as we pass by blindly ignoring the facts For so long around that we look but don’t see how commerce has left barren acres of tracks;                                                                                                                           Many have now seen the light and are planting wild flower seeds right next to the wheat;                                                                                                                        Bumblebees, butterflies, damosels sweet fly up and around in blissful nectar retreat;                                                                                                                                                We have all been guilty by absence, design or merely a shake of the head in resigned                                                                                                                                  Acceptance of what men in dark suits were planning to plant next to burgeoning shoots                                                                                                                                                Now as we look with fresh eyes do we see the reinstatement of the humble and wonderful bee.

Denny Bradbury