Like unmined diamonds
Their feelings lay buried.
Their dazzling beauty, concealed.
Suppressed but perfectly preserved.
And it would take an explosion
To erupt their true exquisiteness,
The enchantment of these jewels
Would be unsurpassed, unparalleled;
But neither held the catalyst.
Neither would light the touch paper.
So there the rough diamonds lay.
Pure and magnificent.
Unhandled by human touch.
Unscrutinised, they held their enduring beauty.
For all eternity.
Copyright © Sophie Harrington
A poem from an old teenage years notebook.
Seize the Day
Cherish every opportunity
And tell them how you feel
Regrets are such bitter torment
Punishment if you don’t make
Each chance count.
Don’t let another day go by
Impermanency demands you live
Every day as if it’s your last.
Mortality is our reality.
Copyright © Sophie Harrington (2017)
Need to savour life? Also read Slow Down.
Bombing down the leafy snicket
Clinging to my brother’s back.
He was late back from cricket
Now he’s cycling like a maniac.
Mum asked him to take me
To the Brownie hut.
He quickly gulped down tea
And a jammy doughnut.
I’m balanced on the BMX stunt pegs
He saved up for his back wheels.
My dress bunched between my legs
So it won’t catch sending me head over heels.
The sun is winking through the trees
As we zoom down the alley.
I can feel the spring breeze
While he pedals madly.
My calves keep catching on the tyre
But I don’t make a noise.
Even though it feels like fire
I want to be one of the boys.
I won’t be a cry-baby
I ignore the no cycling sign.
As we whizz past a lady
I’m on cloud nine.
I love having a big brother
Who can do this.
He’s not like any other
And I’m his little sis.
Copyright © Sophie Harrington (2017)
The Journey of Life
There may not be a plan
But if you’re lucky, you will encounter
A journey through time and space,
A unique ride to be marvelled.
It will be bitter and sweet.
It won’t be easy.
Moments to cherish and despise
But each step, every breath, is your own.
Each decision, ultimately lays with you.
There will be agonising trials out of your control.
You will make painful mistakes.
Learn from them.
On this ride, open your eyes, heart and soul.
Gasp at the beauty of the world.
Wonder at its magnitude.
Love fiercely. Savour it. Grasp it.
You will experience bitter disappointment.
Make sure you move on.
At times your adventure will be intense.
Harrowing loss will almost break you,
Intoxication will try to dominate you.
Make sure you enjoy the ordinary.
Relish the unexpected.
Eye contact that makes your insides flip
A delicious leap of anticipation.
Appreciate the seasons, sunsets, leaves,
Beauty is all around you.
Inhale it every day.
Growing old is a gift, not a chore.
Be grateful for it.
Always be kind.
We all need compassion.
Together we can make tears of joy
Outnumber tears of sadness.
© Sophie Harrington (2017)
Birth of a Naturalist
No amount of scrubbing
Will clean these grubby nails.
These small hands keep scrabbling
At rocks, all kinds of shale.
Tiny digits seeking out
Any kind of critter.
Lifting up the stones to scout
Before they reconsider.
They scatter as light invades
Their community disturbed.
Futile efforts to barricade
Are nearly always curbed.
He deftly scoops the woodlice
As they start to flee.
Tweezer fingers so precise
When he wants them to be.
If he could handle a pencil
With such dexterity
There wouldn’t be the immense hill
He seeks for scholastic clarity.
If this could be his classroom
How happy he would be.
We count the flowers in bloom
And use chalk rocks for literacy.
Your gentle love of nature
And wonder at the earth
Makes you my personal teacher
And reminds me of all it’s worth.
So let’s explore the garden,
And play amongst the leaves,
Because as you grow, you’ll harden
To all a five-year-old perceives.
Copyright © Sophie Harrington (2016)
Try Sophie Harrington poems for parents? – Read Slow Down or Little Boys or Little Girls