Win a signed copy of my new book :)

Would you like a signed copy of my new book, Being Human, for free? Yes? Oh that’s good because I have 3 copies to give away for free! Follow the links below to my Goodreads Giveaway page for a chance to win :)

If you win, you will also get a free signed copy of my first book, Silence Happens, how about that! :)

Good luck!

Goodreads Book Giveaway

Being Human by Martin Shone

Being Human

by Martin Shone

Giveaway ends July 12, 2015.

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Poet Laureate! Not this time :)

I entered a poetry competition to win a week’s stay at the Pacuare Nature Reserve in Costa Rica and to become their Poet Laureate for a year and as you can see from the title, I did not win :)

The prompt was to write a poem of up to 100 lines on the subject of wildlife or the boundaries between the human and the natural.

This was my entry.

The elegance of things

The elegance of things
touching atmospheres of all

The beauty of mist
rising in droplets of beginnings

The feelings one feels
upon seeing within her turmoils
the calm of patient resilience

The elegance of things
growing strength from weakness

The simplicity of knowing
how we became such things as we are

The feelings one feels
upon reaching inside nature’s heart
to feel her beats of life

The elegance of things
sun rising and sun setting

The structure of shadows
stretching to build new horizons

The feelings one feels
upon hearing the songs of her children
as they are born, as they die

The elegance of things
freeing the auras to shine

The empathy of humanity
slowly turning the pages of reason

The feelings one feels
upon breathing her scent of morning
as she flowers her beauty

The elegance of things
growing in the darkness

The chaos of time
sending ripples into eternity

The feelings one feels
upon imagining her hidden smile
waiting to ignite

The elegance of things
beautifying within and without

The wild life of nature
erupting with free spirits of peace

The feelings one feels
upon hearing the songs of her children
as they die, as they are born

~

As a leaf falls
know this Earth is not ours

The prophecy of love’s kiss

***

Yonder soft orange
peeling away the daydreams
Evening warmth begins

To foretell the truth
of things we already know
Love begins to bloom

To foretell the truth
of things we have lost in time
Love blooms inside us

To foretell the truth
of things inside one and all
Love flowers love’s kiss

Yonder soft orange
peeling away the daydreams
Evening warmth begins

***

The curse of it all

The curse of it all
The blessing of it all
The dark bark of it all
The beauty of it all

To reflect upon it all
is to grow heavy
weary
under the onslaught of her silence

and like a bee to the purple
like a shadow to the moon
like a shimmer from reflected grace
the truth will blind us soon

When once there was a seedling
When once there was a smile
When once there shined a coal-black eye
Thine fervent beauty came alive

The curse of it all
The blessing of it all
The dark bark of it all
The beauty of it all

To hear the tune of it all
is to grow feathers
wings
under the onslaught of her wisdom

and like a finger to the ‘bow
like a bird to the nest
like a light from distant shores
the truth will come to rest

~

A spiritual distance of starlight
shines the love of angels
upon the hearts of those
who write the same song

Upon all things

There is a sound in nature
which settles like the finest silk
upon all things
and as we walk through the forests
the mountains
meadows and streams
these soft tinkling diamonds of life
vibrate the ever changing arena
into a cacophony of gentle kisses
a cacophony of such minuteness
we hear it only as birdsong and the babbling brook
yet if we were to become attuned to the very essence of nature
we would hear the discords and the anger
ravishing the world with such a passion
and we would feel what it is like to be used and destroyed
over and over again
and yet she gives us birdsong and the babbling brook
because she sees we are blind and young
and she is old and kind
and she knows her green will remain
regardless of change
for in the wild of her heart
there is a sound of chaotic beauty
building with an eternity of gentle kisses
the future of humankind