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My response to A LANE OF YELLOW LED THE EYE Poem by Emily Dickenson




Sun rise in East and set in the west;

Yellow as flowing which passes all best,

Sun rise of high pleasing, timing of time

Golden as sunlight on hot summer high,

warming through warmth of our heart

Heart of the game, as always we play,

staying forever in being own way;

Over the oceans the land and the sea,

Rising we ride through the high and the low;

giving through time, a bow, as we go,

banner of peace, flying high, flowing so;

Dove sent to please in uniting, transform

Glory reforming love as adorning,

 adoring the morn as  harmony please

our sun set to needing receiving eternity;

Sun rise in east, setting in west

Love in as growing and giving its best.


©2020Christine Bousell



It’s good to see that humour can be found,

No matter what on earth is going down;

We can rise above the fall,

We can give our game in all;

We can muster to the duster,

knocking spots off  giving all

we can calm the teaming rain, or a shower just the same

supporting one another and by never going under

when the lightning bolt is striking

searching harder to  complain;

it’s good to see there’s humour can be found,

it helps to override the storm in giving solid ground,

supporting to the core, support is there for sure,

help in helping lift the frown and not to let us down,

our drown;

life is what is made and trial we cannot change,

good in goodness  as we see is always there to be,

and humour loved through guarantees;

we’re human you and me and with hope we all can see,

that life is life where all is found a loving part in grounds;

love surrounds,  

to rise above the fall, teaming rain which calls...

surrounding sound and all with love in life abounds,

love survives, astounds.


©2020Chrisitne Bousell




What gain the tempters spoil where giving gain is asking more,

what gain the gain received if begging in own wretched bleed strategy deceives;

receive the bliss eternity through gain, and gain through pain the fettled brow

the crumpled soul the humbled bow, bowing down to depth below,

farther depth in deep in knowing shown to rise above to grow,

yet in growing own the up lift face, accept the countenance of faith,

praise through faith the treasured grace to rise, Son who died in loving so,

and loved as so within as grown the Fathers only Son to own, loving grows.


What gain the tempters spoil where giving gain is asking more;

none I know, but all must go who travel so and to  be the tempter of delight

to own, in being so to right in darkness of the night, in life growing

owning right, as so where none would willingly to venture, save as in

the need to give and feed the hunger of the need in being so, through grows

and grows a vine delighting so, the soil grows within of death replenishing

the fruit which grows the sacrament divine, Holy Wine given and received

aligning time within own need of hungers feed in righting so and humbled,

blessed indeed, in Love of God as loved, love being gives and so receives.


©2020Christine Bousell




We catch on thorns to reach through briar to taste

the taste of Heart’s desire,

the fruit which grows in shelter so,

sheltered from the spoils to know, which grow,

and growing side by side,

entangle into knotted wood for growth,

and none knows, or owns,

save for the tender touch which flows the nurtured hand

and understand the garden

and the gardener who grows, and growing loving so.


©2020Christine Bousell




That kiss you gave will always with me stay

forever in my heart, indelible, that kiss you gave

that day I left, you knew, in standing being start

with you beside me always, never to depart;

That kiss you gave has been engraved on heart,

my heart and kiss you gave on day remains the same;

the love you gave, gave  my life of meaning, love

as loved and love where all in loving start to rise,

love a fire warming bright a heart, a fire once started

being feeling depth of true, never departs to leave;


Fret not you see me not as once you knew you thought

For I am true, I leave my all for all I am with you as always

And you with me in heart as where spark ignites a flame,

loving loved igniting gains, starts a Love which cannot turn,

or leave refrain in love in changes to expand, love again

expands to greater goodness, flight of life which brings,

heave the brine of tide, mere passing cleansing shines

lighting love which pulls and calls to all beneath the skies;

we do not sleep, we keep, and stay in love in fall our call;

challenge of our heart to stay beating our own way of true

always we rise to fly in soaring through the skies a dream,

we dream to see and always, we will see as dream, we see


and kiss you gave, always with me stays forever in my heart,

challenge being start, mere stepping stone, drawing nearer

and into clarity to see in azure from the depth of  deep to rise

given rise to climb with heart our flight of hope giving see,

our dream forever always, always as with One Heart dreams,

a dream as high and sky is limitless, so high, we soar, we fly.


©2020Christine Bousell




My response to poem, If You Have Seen, By Thomas Moore




I saw your eyes light up with fire,

flashing through your spark or rage;

I saw you bellow through the breezes,

tussle with soft wisps which gave;

I saw you softly passing day,

dreaming through in doing so

as always through our long hot sunny haze.


I saw you every day through yearning,

grasping always through our burning

passion of our play,

reaching out to fondle softly,

lashing through a torrent rave,

I saw you always as through dawning,

sleeping on soft bed and daze.


I saw you every day, in waking being

ours, mine as always ever being,

 keeping throughout every day,

touching through my own awaking

 softly stroking, kissing, passing silently

through night as play, tormenting,

 tempting, tasting savour,

always you through night and day.


©2020Christine Bousell


My response to IF YOU FORGET ME poem by PABLO NERUDA



To love you, always, is as heart’s desire;

but if you ever should, decide to go, be assured;

no earthly show;

no river running stream, or mystic mountain dream,

or forest glade; none would show.


None would then remain;

neither would, one single lone and night time star,

then, decide to light and shine;

or, diamond dots on peppered black, twinkle in the sky.

Would any shine? All would be as daze.

And dark, would be each day;

as day from night and night from day,

no sun to shine or moon to glow would show or light the time of day.


And rivers would run dry,

save for the tears, cascading from my eyes,

infused within, with salt to quench and dry our barren lands;

lands, which once in vibrant song, sang beauties melody

from breast of bird on flight of wing,

with warbled voice; which echoing, in splendour of our colour, flowers sing;

but if you ever should, decide to go, be assured;

I would not miss you, even, though.


To love you, always, is as heart’s desire;

to love in full, where rapids dip and dive,

cascade and wrench, cascade again to right;

and estuary which meets the seas which roll and heave,

where, rivers with their streams from rocky glades,

welcome those who come and go to ride the wave,

buoyant in their dream.


Where bright and clear,

the crispness, of the night time air,

with peppered dots of stars as bright as any diamond seen

shine out as proud, as any sward glinting and unsheathed.

The mystery, of heaven dreams;

those, which watch and wait expectantly,

for those as such as we, those of scarcity;

and those, who dare to dream.


To love you, always, is as heart’s desire;

to love you too with pleasure and in fullness, of our flame,

our hearts own raging fire; tumultuous, in our love, our spill;

our thrill of blazing fire with fire until the final blaze,

where dazed, relaxed with sleep, and fuel is spent,

we as one, into, our own exhausted sleep will too descend

within our arms as one, our love as blazed,

and there descended into the fullness of the night, to sleep...



©2018Christine Bousell





The woods are trees,

who knows can see

and always sees

between the trees;

a wim to please.


©2020Christine Bousell





We took a walk,

I hear your sound though not a sight of you could see,

although you were indeed being here with me,

as while we walked the light of day our own sweet way,

going down the old farm lane and past the track

where we your children played when we were young

and being younger, so much younger too,

barely from the babe as grown it seems, as seen today

seeing past and present through, life, which flying flew

and yet we thought we knew it all in growing as we did to do

and in those days to, being as the only way of life we knew;

and as we lived, we dreamed and made our dreams to see

to be the future we could be, make our lives to take and see,

yours as yours, ours to be, both as ours and  you and me

our lives collectively, mapped out by life, by love it seemed

to be, to see and be being through our dream, we had it all;

the warmth, the storm, the race, the pace of life, the torn,

the broken, mended, saved, forlorn, all as born aware of life;

those who too had passed on way and to their lives gave as

living, memories, making life complete in life, as life in being

through our stay, as beside in though we stay beside today,

our own way giving gave, giving, giving gave that way stability

love forever flowing guided by, in knowing, as living through,

and still today through strength,

courage, guide along the way as part present made and felt,

in touches felt, as touch of love, always through being loved.


Life the music, song of family, the joining in our company,

others joining in an open invitation through, a knock, a call,

a mention too as all through being seen as loved, as loved

and loved, in present, past of past and present always lived

being real and true, honest to, as live reality, our present day

all mucking in when need had need, ready too and able to do

as being true a family, ours, you and me part and part in too;

We took a walk,

I hear your sound, though not a sight to see of you around,

 A memory, and pleasant too in knowing  you close with me,

being here, being there in caring, sharing, guiding on my way,

you showed to me the way in knowing to, taking care in stay,

making way that I could see, what I came to see, be in finding

being here, in our special place, our time to share, our beauty

life has placed in sharing to, remembering as me and you;


and time once knew, when we would walk, talk,  meandering

the way we used to do, and you would point and tell to me

 through what we’d see, though I would see and feel as being

loved and so much more, loved in loving seeing you, knowing

so much more in knowing, as ever, always growing through,

passing on as much as you and all the while fledglings grow

high up in the trees, hopping high above in greeting, singing

shrill, a music thrill of pleasing pleasant company being near,

no fear, just being near, light of day we see gentle, peaceful

in our stay, we stay, our journey on life’s own sweet way,

while high above where nature sighs and sings magic sound

shrill in thrill high pitched rounds surround our day, all day,

high above, and in between, and even in the burrows deep,

in depth beneath the greenery, or mid way placed between

a scurrying a dell which spells to tell of dug out, comfort felt

nestled in the hedgerow hideaway, to dream away in winter

silent bleak, tucked away in debris strewn nestled balled

cocooned to hide away from bitter winds, storm life brings

until the warmer mornings call, spring has sprung again.


Life tucked away, keeping silent, keeping warm until the time

when time arrives as nature, warms in climate hailing time,

as time of day arrives as buds sprout, stay to bloom array

where sunshine hails, bringing bright a golden ray, arrayed

as is today as we both took a walk, I heard the silent sounds,

life I felt, you here, there the past without a sound at all,

and yet your message passing through you sent to hear,

in being near, heart  making day the way you always knew,

bringing bright a gold array of daffodils on woodland way,

and posies sway, show in stay all the while soft breezes play,

dipping heads or swaying gay to hail that spring has come,

winter’s day is past, is done, door once closed is open now,

warmth has come cascading sounding through once more,

winter’s over, long gone, fresh start of life has now begun

and you knew too, being here with all around, surrounding,

waiting here silently for time to see, you never ever left,

you never left at all, you leaving, left  a memory of love,

no one ever leaves, they go that’s all and without a sound,

God calls.


©2020Christine Bousell



Shrill trill the morning air, vibrant and alive,

chorus high to herald spring being very near,

and once the frost beneath is cleared

we’ll gather in our gathering, tweak aright

our nesting site, take a twig or two to tweak

place in  placing building through,

adding to renew,  refresh once more,

the frost is cleared

and morning sunshine warming rises high,

chorus high in greeting sign, song of song on high,

our life, our high,  our gathering, daybreak begins,

vibrant and alive, our morning rise.



©2020Christine Bousell




Soul through darkness raises all,

as life to be delighting seeing stars,

Night through all daylight brings,

singing rings to life a play as staging

stays as part to be, or not to be,

Love of life’s ecstatic loving being

plays in living dreams, treasures

being, being seeing grows to love

and heartbeats, beats to sweep

love through love and always will

until we're home where all night falls.


©2020Christine Bousell





Don’t help yourself to my arms, to my hands, to my wine,

I am fine,

I now stand on my own, all alone, out or home, in staying


Please don’t share in my treats, with my seat, life is sweet,

I am fine,

I am stating my case, just in case, in your haste, you need remind.


Please help you self to the space I have placed, walking safe,

Side by side

keeping space, you can dance, wave your hands,  act the fool

you are fine,

entertain all the while, as you stay, keeping space staying safe all the while;

I have eyes I can see and my mind, my ears in me are working


constantly, I can hear when you talk, I can speak, think in

thinking walk beside

and we are going to be fine...


I am telling you here in the now, as is placed, keeping safe

as spaced beside

sending love endlessly, as a friend from heart  beat, as yours

and mine

one heart beat, as we meet, our heart beat beating timing

yours and mine

in our love, our love entwines we are fired from our heart, from our start,

one heartbeat, is yours and mine...

please stay away from my heart, keep apart, we’re a part in

staying alive

keeping safe in that way, washing hands, sanitising all the


staying safe,  just  being fine.


©2020Christine Bousell

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