Journey of the Heart

Here is a poem I wrote in the midst of insomnia... It emerged after several nights without sleep. Sleepless Night by Mel Martin Silver moonlight all around, mist floating off the ground, eerie owlets hoots and squeal, as shadows turn to nightfall. Chilling fear within my heart, tells me: "From this path depart!" keeping silence deep within, and the darkness of each sin. Deafening screeching far off yonder, distracts my soul enough to ponder, if I ever again see the light, and get through this blackest night. Golden sunbursts light the heaven, announcing dawn will soon awaken from her slumber, bringing peace dancing beams proclaim: "Night, cease!" Mel Martin:   I and mother of  three, living in   am mother of three, living in Colchester, Essex, in the U.K, but am originally from Dudley in the West Midlands. I have always loved the use of the English language but for many years struggled with basi...

I wrote this poem on a cold, clear evening in November when my power went down… Starry Night Starry night
 So clear, so bright
 So full of heavenly splendour 
 All serene
 Breathtaking scene Light up the sky Light up my heart Light the whole world  in majesty The whole anew In perfect light The world laid bare For all mankind. ~ Mel Martin:   I and mother of  three, living in   am mother of three, living in Colchester, Essex, in the U.K, but am originally from Dudley in the West Midlands. I have always loved the use of the English language but for many years struggled with basic literacy skill. I left school with nothing and achieved everything through hard work and determination. I work with children in a high school, which is more of a calling than a chore. I've published books on  historical research  and five volumes of poetry   available here,  my latest one is called The P...

  I wrote this poem on the weekend when I was unable to go for my usual weekend stroll in the forest… I am beginning to realize how complex we are, and that a time comes when we can no longer do that which we were once able. Take a Stroll Take a stroll  Through the forest of life As first light of day washes through Feel its power to renew you As it cascades like a fountain 
Bringing joy and serenity
 To awaken the trees
 To greet the bracken
 And enlighten all that is nature
 And all that is good 
Alert to its awe 
Listen for birdsong
 The chirp overhead  
As if soars through branches
 Through a golden array  
Silence is silver as a shimmer of day 
Words sacred fill your heart 
Unspoken and yet shaking the core
 Praise and glory fills your ears
 Angels wings lift your heart
 And glide in the haze
 To cleanse all badness away
 Momentarily you are lost
 The wonder of all life fills your head
 Your soul f...

One day I saw the most beautiful tree... I saw this tree but was unable to climb it. That and my love for Family History swirled in me one day and a poem was born. Study Trees Study the tree from every angle Weigh up the pitfalls and how to get down Look at its grandeur Appreciate life and respect its age. Finding a way up is easy It’s the getting down that’s the pain Grip tightly its boughs Wait until it holds and hoist yourself aloft. The scope is clear the imagination runs wild the view incredible the sun peers through you lose your heart and all around fades. Learn from the tree its stately grace and elegant nature Remember the tree be thankful for it and thankful to it. Mel Martin: I and mother of three, living in   am mother of three, living in Colchester, Essex, in the U.K, but am originally from Dudley in the West Midlands. I have always loved the use of the English language but for man...