Did some old school handwritten poetry last week. It was super fun!
I think I should do this more often 😊.
Poetry
Footprints and journeys
Leave footprints wherever you may go
Sparkle and sunbeams
Scatter as you wander
Memories flying past likeÂ
paper planesÂ
Grateful for the journeys taken
Places of growth, pain, joyÂ
and learningÂ
Some things last longer than intendedÂ
But the path taken was theÂ
right one and finished Â
at the right moment.
Where learning meant
Speaking up for yourself is okay
Finding calm in the franticÂ
Seeing children smile with joy.
C.Farish 01/04/18
Wednesday evening scribblings
Some evening thoughts.
No title as yet.
Untitled
Some days I linger in the present
Enjoying what is now
Like smiles and laughter
Hugs and tea time
table drumming
But at night I often
Find myself wishing I
was someplace else
Seeds of discontentment grow
Of feeling alone
And wondering where home is?
I see things often that I like
and stop myself
Cause I don’t have a place to call home
I’m discovering there are
some down sides to
restlessness
Finding belonging is one.
Still something I struggle with
Growing up I was the kid most
comfortable with my head
in a book
Than being in a crowd or
Spending time with others
Reading was a place of escape
comfort and adventure
And it’s still one of the best travel
companions.
Am still being the one to wear
my heart on my sleeve.
C.Farish 21/03/18
Journeys
Sunset embers
The rattle of the train
Bright evening skies
Blissful
Searching for golden moments
like this
Mesmerising in their simplicity
Pockets of wonder
Captured in a split second
Monument silhouette
Against a blazing furness
Slivers of silver on the horizon
as dusk approaches.
C. Farish 19.03.18
Sight
Some scribblings from Saturday evening.
Sight
Visual
Wide eyed
Bright light
Also looks like
Blurry flickers
Haziness at night
Being blinkered
Tiredness.
Still appreciate
Seagulls overhead
Seeing smiles
Snowfall.
Bike rides
Sunshine
and walks up mountains.
Carole Farish 10/02/2018
A wild Heart
Some scribblings I wrote yesterday for a dear friend of mine. 📷 Suhyeon Choi.
Early mornings and branches
Early mornings and branches.
Breathing in ordinary moments.
Crisp air fills my lungs and frost crackles underfoot.
Looking up at silhouettes in the sky.
Shadowed by the night sky.
Soon to be flooded in daylight
C.Farish 28/12/17
Thursday scribbles
Hope Over Fear
Reminding myself that amidst uncertainty
I can still choose hope over not knowing what’s next
Hope over fear
Hope over shame
Hope over negativity
Hope amidst challenges
That it’s light that dispels the darkness
Light is life giving
It’s where the magic happens
and new ideas
become more than just dreams
Where the sparks of imagination fly
and old patterns become new paths
Interwoven into who we are
02/11/17 C.Farish
Stories still going
Our lives are stories
still in motion
Full of questions
Right now
In the in betweens
Of old and new things
Of birthdays
family
autumn days
Windswept
Looks like
making time for what
you love most
Homemade bread
Times by the fire
Knitting
Reading good stories
Reminding yourself that
what feels like forever really isn’t
Learning to patience in these
days
That although hard
The in between is good learning ground
And prepares you for what’s next.
Being in the now and still choosing
hope
Especially on days when life is hard
C.Farish
07/10/2017
Sometimes I like to write. 