Friday, 6 September 2013

the Power of Words


Our words define us
separate or connect us
they can trip us up
or help us fly

words can deceive
or make us believe that
anything is possible
or nothing is

they can fill us with love
or empty us
make us laugh or cry

we can wear our words
with pride

or disappear inside them
the perfect place to hide

who decided words
could never harm us
?

I’d rather break my bones
with sticks and stones …


than feel the loneliness
of thoughtless, hurtful words

bones can be healed

but a broken heart
may never be mended


 Mandy  Edwards © 2013


Sunday, 1 September 2013

What do you do ... when you can't find inspiration?


despair



 
















what do you do
when your muse refuses
to cooperate


slinks into a corner and sulks

or sneers at you … “you suck”
hollows out your insides
and leaves you in despair?

what do you do
to escape the loneliness
of an empty page


staring at the same lines

over and over
until they disappear
in a mist of tears?
what do you do
when you lose self-belief
think you are not good enough


never were … never will be


and wonder how you ever
dared to dream?

perhaps you take a walk
find a peaceful place
to simply be – and reflect

thank God for creating you


a brush stroke on his canvas
a composition for his song

loving you for being perfect
just the way you are …


yesterday, today and tomorrow.

perhaps then you can smile
through your tears of shame
rekindle the fire in your soul

And understand …
your muse never leaves you
He just waits patiently

For you to believe in yourself
to Be ... Have ... Do!

 mandy edwards © 2013

A wonderful review - Mystery at Dead Man's Ridge, by Mandy Edwards

5.0 out of 5 stars: Sheep Rustling, Dags and Burning Grass, September 1 2013
by Mr Richard Lw Bunning (Lausanne, Vaud, Switzerland)

This review is from: Mystery at Dead Man's Ridge (Kindle Edition)

This is a very exciting story that in my non-expert view is suitable for children of eight and upwards.
I'm trying to think back over 40 years to the books I was reading at that age. They were Enid Blyton's Famous Five and later, Anthony Buckeridge's Jennings and Captain W. E. John's Biggles books.
Edwards covers some adult topics in a very young person friendly and modern way; whilst in quality and plot style following very much in the footsteps of the best 1940's and 1960's children's authors.

The scene is set in rural Otago in New Zealand, with a full array of the elements that life there entails.

The landscapes and the farming life of backblock NZ feels very real, and the young townie's introduction to rural life hits the tin roof panel nail right on the head. Edwards brings into this environment many of the issues that face any growing child; shifting relatiionships, adult frailties, substance abuse, abandonment, physical abuse, the nuclear family and the common absence of one, I could go on. Issues are tackled in a realistically matter-of-fact way, through the "eyes" of the young
characters.

I very much enjoyed this, in many ways, "gritty" story, and have confidence that you and yours will as well. This book is also well balanced in terms of gender aspirations, which is something that children's books weren't always in my young days. In other words, Edwards reflects well the expectations of the now in which we live. I have little idea what the young ready today other than about teenage vampires and Hogwarts, but I would be shocked it this book got a less than favourable response from its target age group. I couldn't possible give this book less than five stars.



A note from the Author

A review like this helps me remember why I wrote the story in the first place ... to bring the fictional world I was obsessed with as a child, into the world as it is today .... exploring real relationships and realising that there is still much joy to be had, as a child, outdoors ... be it on a farm, or exploring the natural world, gettinng a natural buzz from rearing animals, or hiking in the mountains, or kayaking in a river ... and there is still much joy to be had in reading about realistic children in recognisable environments, where quality time, love and understanding are still the most important gifts we can give each other.

http://amzn.to/149v0A4



Friday, 30 August 2013

the Monarch

You rest upon my hand
a monarch butterfly
gently flexing your wings
such fragile beauty
perfectly designed

You listen, watch, wait
for that precise moment
a gentle zephyr
a sun warmed kiss
a call from the Universe

I scarcely breathe
my eyes fixed upon you

longing to keep you forever
so delicate, so precious
love catches in my throat

but you are not mine
and never were

In this brief time together
we taught each other
love
beauty and truth

now
I must let you go
trust
that one day
you will return

yet while you still remain
the merest touch upon my skin
you have my whole attention

I dare not breathe or blink an eye
lest you disappear

and I realise with great sorrow

that I missed my chance
to say  - goodbye.



Amanda Edwards (c) 2013




Wednesday, 28 August 2013

A tragic loss


 

Nature's Fury

A leap of faith
results in tragedy

life cruelly taken
by the mighty Waikato
a river harnessed by man
its latent power unleashed
when the flood gates open


nature's fury
undercurrents, whirl pools, a swift
life-giving, life-taking force


the taniwha holds its breath

golden youth
invincible yet so vulnerable
throwing dice
         playinng with life
                       this time he lost


Let your spirit flow free
you are tangata whenua
connected to Papatuanuku
mother earth

her mountains, her lakes, her rivers

in her loving embrace once more
perhaps waiting to be reborn

know that you will
be always remembered
with great love

Aroha nui
             God bless.

Amanda Edwards (c) 2013



 

Sunday, 25 August 2013

God doesn't play dice .... Albert Einstein

I threw some dice today
and frowned to myself
for they refused to add up


every way I counted
every way I looked

I'd lost

I long to pick them up
juggle them, jiggle them
roll them again

but I am afraid
what if they never add up?


Is life a game of chance
an exercise in luck?

or can you take control
you choose the way
the dice will roll?

 


Should I try
just one more time
hold them loosely
shake them up a bit

or toss them aside
say a prayer

and this time, Trust?


Mandy Edwards © 2013

Sunday, 18 August 2013

A lazy afternoon













the sun warms my back
as I sit and drowse a little

composing a poem

a symphony of sound
accompanies my thoughts

the hum of my laptop
tap tap tapping of the keys
the drone of distant aircraft
a purring refrigerator

firewood waits patiently
outside
in the trailer for me

you like your fire don’t you?
well then?


the freezer automatically makes ice
it doesn’t know it is winter

a pumpkin sits moulding away
at the kitchen sink
won’t turn into soup by itself
pity

the bananas blacken, sweeten
nicely maturing for a cake

perhaps tomorrow

today
there’s just enough time
to warm my back
drowse a little and dream.


Amanda Edwards 2012 (c)