Hello everyone, today, I am featuring rising star Maureen Mckenzie AKA Rosy. She is an up-and-coming poet from the United Kingdom. She is very talented, and I see her going far with her unique poetic style.
Blind Seasons
By Maureen Mckenzie
What a thing the spring
The pretty daffodils … where?
If only for a few days and hours
The lovely smell…
That newness
The dew, the damp, cool rain…
To whirl and bring warmth again
I feel it, not see it
It’s ok. I love it
I know it’s spring…
Now, it’s summer
There’s a bummer!
It’s too hot. Is it not?
No air conditioning here
Oh, dear!
The warmth through my feet
Wearing sandals, what a treat!
Walking in the sea
As the tide comes in
Now, there a thing
I feel it, not see it
It’s ok. I love it
I know it’s summer
So, autumn
Here you are
The door is ajar
The leaves are rustling
Everyone is hustling!
Getting ready for Christmas!
No! It’s too early
But the leaves are all twirly
Colorful aren’t they?
I feel it, not see it
It’s ok. I love it
I know it’s autumn
Winter, oh burrrr it’s cold!
It’s grey out there
So I’m told…
It’s all festive with Christmas joy
I love that feeling … oh boy!
Snow crunch on ground
Ok it’s found
The white stuff under my toes
With cold it glows
I feel it, not see it
It’s ok. I love it
I know it’s winter
I can feel it, hear it
Touch it
Sense it
it’s here
it’s ok.
Isn’t it?
What’s that you are saying…?
You don’t need sight to have vision
But isn’t that a division?
Though
Between light and dark
What a lark!
But I’m ok…
Globalization, me dear!
By Maureen Mckenzie
I think the time has come near
When we must hold dear
This much we must dare
And be bold and to share
Every creed, color, religion, and nation
Without any frustration
Good will and love
Does shine down from above
But our planet is heaving
And no one is leaving
There is no escape
We have made many a mistake
In our evolution
Without thought or solution
The planet needs saving
Whilst new IPhones we are craving
The water is rising
The sun hotly shining
As icebergs melt
Depleting ozone is felt
People rush round
Much importance is found
In activity trivial
Nonsensical ritual
Wars never ending
With no peace transcending
Nuclear war could transpire
That would destroy every desire
In one moment we’d be gone
There would be no song
So, wouldn’t it be better for us?
To not make so much fuss
And our differences put aside
So no one need hide
Globalization must bring us together
Because none of us are really that clever
So, do you have an idea?
To work this all out me dear!
Bio:
I was once a visual artist who painted. I still have my art displayed in galleries as a visually impaired artist today, but now since losing most of my eyesight over the past few years to glaucoma, I have started to write poetry. People often said to me it would be a good idea to write a diary to share my feelings of sight loss, but I feel writing words in prose is more effective and a better way for me to portray my creativity. Some say poetry should always rhyme, but I think this is true to a certain extent, but not necessary all the time
My poem Blind Seasons has to do with the four seasons… and sight loss… reality, and that is mine. I have 10% optic nerve left in each eye.
If you would like to check out more of Maureen’s work, visit her blog at Rosy Poems. I’m sure you will find a poem or two that will pull at your heart strings.