Butterflies
They fly away from the old life to fly to a new life
there old life was so boring, they only ate leafs
now they get to do whatever they want to do
they are pretty in the sunlight
and they sit on flowers
and then fly away
to a new journey
again and again
Painted on strings
A view through my fingers
painted in notes
melody of colour
dripping from my fingers
onto a blank canvas
the rhythm of my life
flowing through my fingers
drifting above and below
weaving round and around
moving those around me
touched by the magic from my fingers
painted on strings
by David Coad
I have a dream
to be me
I have a dream
to have friends
I have a dream
to be known
I have a dream to live everyone
I have a dream
that will come true
D M Thomas (Donald Michael Thomas) is a Cornish novelist, poet, playwright and translator. The White Hotel is an international bestseller and prize winner.
A river, strawberry light
the suns rays, moonbeam sight
colours cast, pain a scene
inside a rainbow, inside a dream
cast a light on pale shade
a different angle colour made
spectrum eyes, seas of green
dripping paintbrush, setting the scene
stars in space, candle-light
the darkness before dawn, twilight
in the distance a semi-glow
the shepherds in the shadows, we follow
deep in heavens, the sun and the moon set ablaze
aimlessly wandering through the haze
melting moon, earth rips
spectacular sun, solar eclipse.
Life and all its ups and downs allow me to express in a creative way all that I find in both a therapeutic and invigorating way, and all I hope to do is inspire and touch souls.
