Poetry

Poetry:
 
I thought a change in pace might be in order. The poetry muse strikes me when I am in deep mull about a subject stewing in my brain. You could say there is a symbiotic relationship between poetry and lets call in soul searching.
I believe in the journey, in the seeking, in searching the dark corners, in finding the light, perhaps hidden, as an ongoing process of life. I strive to find ways of getting what is inside out. That’s hard for an Englishman, stiff upper lip, and all. I believe in passion, in enthusiasm, and in the glory that ebbs and flows around us. I want to open closed eyes, I want to share with eyes that see, I want to celebrate and cheer those with a vision.
 
Poetry represents part of that process. Poetry penetrates   to where I am. Poetry helps me shape my path. Poetry moves me and occasionally I am moved to write it. I make no claim to the quality of my poetry. I only hope to get across a feeling.
 
And while the mulling continues, while I try to find my way with this blog, and what I want it to become, and how I get there, and what I can offer you of value, I give you some poetry dredged up from many different files. Some of them I put on power point. I don’t think I can up load those, but I would happily email them to you if you leave a request in the comments section below this post.
 
Finally, please comment. 
 
Wishing you a beautiful summer morning,
Nick Grimshawe
 
This Trail
 
This trail leads to memories
Of other times and other days
Of summers vanished into smoky past
Of thoughts and cares made insignificant by time,
Of dogs who walked with me
And ran their happy races,
Without a care or troubled thought
Of future’s past and present gone
When last we tarried
On this path
Down by the river           
Running to the sea
Like all life
Like me.
 
 
 
 
 
Seton Lake Lillooet
 
 
All the noises of man removed,
Leaving;
The wind tympaning against my eardrums,
The smack of fish jumping,
The calls of crows in the high crags and solitary pines,
And;
All the music of man compressed within one single bar of,
Silence.
 
 
Nicholas Grimshawe
 
 
Faith
 
Close your eyes
Step,
Out over the abyss
Faith
Will find the ground
Fear
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Close your eyes
Choose
How brave are you?
 
Nicholas Grimshawe
 
Please note that the poetry is copyright and cannot be used without my permission.
 
Poetry works up an appetite. We need a little food for the soul.
 
Frittata with Onions, Chicken Livers, and Herbs
 
What you Need
 
6 free range eggs (not store bought)
1 red chilli pepper fresh finely chopped
¼ of a red pepper diced
2 cups of thinly sliced onions
1 cup of grated zucchini
6 chicken livers (must be fresh)
1/3 cup of chopped herbs (cilantro, parsley, mint, oregano, rosemary, French sorrel, mustard leaves, it doesn’t matter what) finely chopped.
I cup of grated Parmesan cheese
Salt and pepper to taste
 
How to Throw it Together
 
Very slowly cook onions, chilli pepper, red pepper, and chicken livers with lid on for about 15 minutes, stir occasionally. Meanwhile beat eggs together, and grate the cheese. After fifteen minutes remove the lid and add the zucchini. Increase the heat to medium and cook for 5 to 7 minutes until the onions begin to brown and the chicken livers begin to melt. Mash the chicken livers lightly to distribute them in the onion mixture. Cool the mixture to room temperature.
 
Add the cooled mixture to the eggs, add the cheese and the herbs, stir.
 
In a non-stick or cast iron sauté pan that can go in the oven, heat 3 tablespoons of butter over low heat. When the butter is melted add the egg and chicken liver mixture and let cook slowly, about 8 to ten minutes, or until the mixture begins to set.
 
Meanwhile heat the grill (put oven on broil high setting).   When the frittata has set put the pan in the oven under the grill or broiler for another 5 minutes or so until the face of the frittata is golden brown. Remove from oven and let rest for a minute or two then flip onto a plate, cut into wedges and serve. Can be served hot, warm and room temperature. Never serve cold from the fridge. Can be served with a lovely green salad. The top of the frittata should be sprinkled with fresh lemon juice and the torn leaves of cilantro.
 
My spirit is rising as we cook.
 
Nick
 
 
 
 

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  1. I’m flabergasted! I had no idea you were a poet. “This Trail” transported me to the dyke on the Pitt River, but could as easily put me in rural Ontario, on walks I’ve had at the family cottage. I loved it. I really liked “Seton Lake” too, although you make it sound so lonely, which is how you experienced it – just different than my experience. “Faith” is a poem I think anyone who’s ever mustered up courage to do something difficult can relate to. Sometimes a leap of faith is required in life, and this great poem captures this experience very well. I hope you will include more poetry in future entries. The receipes are a very good idea – except that any receipe which calls for SIX chicken livers – yuck!

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