Where would I Be without a Sense of Wonder......

Oblivious I imagine..... certainly to MySelf....



I spent some time wondering what it is that brings me to

A Sense of Wonder... I wonder at Resonance..and if

you’ll find some semblance here...



I wonder why when we have so little time

we waste so much Not in wonder


I wonder at Passing Clouds


I wonder in the memory of touch


I wonder in the joy of a push when swinging


I wonder at Sun Rays


I wonder at the comfort of home on rainy days


I wonder what snails see


I wonder at a blank canvas


I wonder at the point of this


I wonder if I am worthy of All that I have


I wonder at the capacity to love


I wonder how they did that


I wonder if birds fly on invisible lines


I wonder at the genius I see in my friends


I wonder if distance matters


I wonder if you would love me


I wonder in the smiles of strangers


I wonder if a tear is ever wasted


I wonder in every snowflake


I wonder if stars direct me


I wonder if others see Da Vinci’s Angels in mossy walls


I wonder at trees


I wonder when running at the wind


I wonder if I’ve had all the Kisses I am ever going to have


I wonder if dreams comfort or inform


I wonder in the beauty of women


I wonder at my need to know you are happy


I wonder if anyone Really knows


I wonder if I should have done things differently


I wonder what the last day on Earth will be like


I wonder why people behave like that


I wonder in anticipation


I wonder at the desire to Belong


I wonder who is making love right Now


I wonder at the Sun setting low above the Sea


I wonder in the quiet of death


I wonder at little toes


I wonder what her breasts look like


I wonder why that colour works just so


I wonder why criticism comes easy to so many


I wonder if that elderly gent was ever wild or reckless


I wonder what value regret


I wonder why we cling so


I wonder in her dancing


I wonder in the chaos of morphogenesis


I wonder if secretly you know


I wonder why they choose to live that way


I wonder with inspiration


I wonder if we’ll All be switched on at the same time like lights


I wonder at music that moves me


I wonder if I could get lost in Silence


I wonder what birdsong means


I wonder at light playing on water


I wonder why the wind stops at my skin


I wonder at the dedication of so many


I wonder at the darkness that accumulates


I wonder if miracles truly happen


I wonder at the Moon and how it changes Me


I wonder at the depth of loneliness


I wonder when I hear laughter


I wonder at My Mother


I wonder in Grace unseen


I wonder about my own Sanity


I wonder when Art becomes pointless


I wonder at inconceivable suffering


I wonder at how some people are just so certain


I wonder if they will wake from self-comfort


I wonder how anyone can ever hurt a child


I wonder at how easy I fall in Love


I wonder who I am


I wonder at how much you gave me


I wonder if they will be cared for


I wonder at my curiosity


I wonder at clouds seen from above


I wonder if I will find another Muse


I wonder when blowing dandelion clocks


I wonder at the call of seagulls


I wonder at beauty in Architecture


I wonder where people on buses are going


I wonder about all those I have taught


I wonder at the difference


I wonder in the smell of soil


I wonder at ripples in puddles


I wonder if fish ever dance


I wonder what’s happening over there


I wonder at spirals


I wonder if anything is truly Random


I wonder why people gossip


I wonder what the first word was


I wonder how many kisses there have ever been


I wonder in the Wibbly-Wobbly-Walk


I wonder at patterns in tiny things


I wonder if there really is life somewhere else


I wonder at the swirls in my coffee


I wonder if she feels comfort


I wonder if I will burn out or fade away


I wonder at beautiful women playing cello


I wonder at Ice


I wonder at church spires


I wonder when I laugh at myself


I wonder why He fell for Her


I wonder who is crying now


I wonder why inanity annoys me so


I wonder why people don’t look at each other more


I wonder in the memories of my Father


I wonder what makes someone hate those they don’t even know


I wonder when I see children open-mouthed in awe


I wonder if soul is the most misunderstood word


I wonder if trees look at us


I wonder if there is a certain amount of kindness for each day


I wonder if everything is real


I wonder how dreams change me


I wonder at wind-sculpted trees


I wonder in a smile freely given


I wonder at flame shapes


I wonder how many feathers a bird has


I wonder when people remember


I wonder at the sense of space


I wonder if badgers speak rabbit


I wonder what shade of red her lipstick is

 

I wonder how many times I opened that door


I wonder at Natural Symmetry


I wonder how many lost causes ended today


I wonder what is truly perfect


I wonder how much hope it takes to make a wish


I wonder if wasps have a reason to be angry


I wonder what her smile meant


I wonder what happens to moondust at sunset


I wonder if you’ll buy one of my paintings


I wonder why things I thought would last didn’t


I wonder at bird prints in the sand


I wonder in words of Kindness


I wonder at the curve of her eyes


I wonder in the name of things


I wonder at tree roots


I wonder in Autumn’s turn


I wonder with the Sun on my face


I wonder if my candle burns as bright


I wonder at bubbles in champagne


I wonder how many prayers have ever been offered


I wonder if we all laughed at Once would we change the world forever


I wonder in stories that twist and turn


I wonder at the price of secrets


I wonder about the life I might have had with my Sister


I wonder why I never told you everything I was feeling


I wonder why I said that then


I wonder in her simplicity


I wonder at the light that remains


I wonder if she sleeps naked


I wonder what your story is


I wonder if it will ever be the same again


I wonder if that really happened


I wonder in my Freedom


I wonder who is falling in love at this very moment


I wonder if Camus was right


I wonder why that makes me cry


I wonder in the diversification


I wonder if there is such a thing as a lazy Bee


I wonder why there’s always so much noise


I wonder what he’ll grow up to Be


I wonder who picked the coffee I am drinking


I wonder in the Bond with my Brother


I wonder in Shared Laughter


I wonder about those Un-remembered


I wonder at the marks on my body


I wonder about missed opportunities


I wonder in a Baby’s eyes


I wonder if I’ll have a Happy Ending


I wonder why I now have hair on my ears


I wonder in the moment just before the Heart melts into delight


I wonder at the Moon reflected in a Puddle


I wonder with my Uncle Paddy


I wonder in lost paths


I wonder in dust suspended in light


I wonder in Blue Green Brown eyes


I wonder where the circle begins


I wonder if a butterfly has just flapped its wings


I wonder how far faraway is


I wonder at my reflection in your eyes


I wonder when I’ll meet her


I wonder if the Medicci family would’ve taken to Abstract Art


I wonder in the moods that come and go


I wonder in fragments of conversations caught in passing


I wonder about certainty


I wonder if these shoes look odd with this


I wonder should I put the potatoes in first


I wonder if that was the wind


I wonder if the wind changes will my face stay like this


I wonder how many people just smiled


I wonder when spinning myself giddy


I wonder in the sense of silk sheets


I wonder at carved marble


I wonder in the Silence of empty Churches


I wonder in the unconditional Love of pets


I wonder at the fur on young antlers


I wonder about the history of the water I drink


I wonder how many babies were born today


I wonder in the smell of fresh baked bread


I wonder if I am on a Path of Heart


I wonder if I can shut it all out


I wonder in a sleepy lay-in


I wonder in warmth when cold


I wonder at Moths dancing around light


I wonder if my Angel ever tires of Me


I wonder if this is the Best of All Possible Worlds


I wonder as I drift to Sleep


I wonder in the choral voice


I wonder if I will be broken


I wonder in all-night painting sessions


I wonder at Sandwiches made of cushions and Kip


I wonder in the intimacy of one


I wonder at dew laden spider webs


I wonder about the answer


I wonder in the call of a Friend


I wonder when I let go


I wonder who is hurting Now


I wonder who first walked here


I wonder when climbing trees


I wonder in a candlelit bath


I wonder about the company I miss


I wonder what happens between dreams


I wonder when Swimming Naked


I wonder with the intake of frosty breath


I wonder in smiling kisses


I wonder how We stand it


I wonder about riding sea-horses


I wonder when I watch her


I wonder if someone is moved by one of my paintings


I wonder why there are three ladybirds in my room


I wonder at lights in the distance


I wonder what’s over the Rainbow


I wonder at my feet sinking as the wave retreats


I wonder in being Silly


I wonder at shooting stars


I wonder how much time I spend staring compared to painting


I wonder at unexpected letters or packages


I wonder how this day disappeared so quickly


I wonder who I’ll see Today


I wonder whose Heart just Broke


I wonder just how much I feel


I wonder at Sun through Winter Trees


I wonder in shingle underfoot


I wonder in the sound of sloshing mud


I wonder at the word  - higgledy-piggledy


I wonder when cities go Silent


I wonder when She waves goodbye right to the last point


I wonder at the sadness of that time


I wonder in the Wisdom of Elders


I wonder in the exuberance of youth


I wonder in a meal shared with Friends


I wonder when splashing through puddles


I wonder at the World Waking Up


I wonder in the Sound of familiar voices


I wonder at the frailty of my security


I wonder if our rubbish becomes fuel for future generations


I wonder at the thought of meeting her


I wonder in Reverence


I wonder what’s inside walled gardens


I wonder what made that noise


I wonder at a fire catching


I wonder why it has to get harder to touch my toes


I wonder why I so often wish to be some place else


I wonder at the sound of sea on shingle


I wonder in the wonder of children

watching something bigger than themselves


I wonder at the sillouhettes of trees


I wonder in a bright moon at sunrise


I wonder in the Sound of Evensong


I wonder at Millet’s Angelus


I wonder in the noise of children at play


I wonder in Beethoven’s fifth


I wonder if my dog thought about me when I was away


I wonder how you came to be reading this


I wonder how long before pebbles become sand


I wonder at the reflection in the mirror


I wonder if I can


I wonder why I wonder so much


I wonder how long before the next


I wonder at the Stars


I wonder why certain things happen


I wonder if I will be loved again in that particular way


I wonder why people are cruel to each other


I wonder in the passing of time


I wonder at how much love I receive


I wonder why I remember the touch of some lovers but not others


I wonder in the ever-changing Sea


I wonder if everyone sees the faces in the clouds


I wonder at Forgiveness


I wonder if there is a point to it all


I wonder if this makes a difference


I wonder at Myself


I wonder why I am hurt by foolish things


I wonder in the line “I’m alive with light caught freely”

( Grant Watson )


I wonder when I look at leaves


I wonder how we ever came to drift apart


I wonder what that means


I wonder at Synchronicity


I wonder what he does when he gets home


I wonder if we collect memories for a reason


I wonder if she thinks of me as much as I of her


I wonder about the moment before last


I wonder at your Joy


I wonder in Love’s Humility


I wonder at whispers that please


I wonder in the softness of Her voice


I wonder at how fast we move


I wonder for those discarded


I wonder at the touch of her hand


I wonder at my ability to judge people


I wonder at the space left behind a kiss


I wonder why men wear aftershave


I wonder if Karma and all alike ideas are for real or comfort


I wonder at my capacity to screw things up


I wonder at generosity


I wonder in my wonderment


I wonder if we walk in shadows past


I wonder why he asked me that


I wonder at the very idea


I wonder how breath can move me


I wonder in Winter SunSets


I wonder in the perfume of a Rose


I wonder at dog’s dreaming


I wonder what it’s like to be an Ant


I wonder at flight


I wonder how many words have been spoken


I wonder about the purpose of rogue hairs


I wonder if I’ve been here before


I wonder why we seem to desire shock


I wonder how long it took to paint those nails


I wonder in the bond between horses and us


I wonder in Rhythm


I wonder how many people look at a Full Moon at the same time


I wonder in Recognition


I wonder who set the first race


I wonder who I was when I look at old photos


I wonder why I have tired of that now


I wonder in her laughter


I wonder at words woven into poetry


I wonder in the taste


I wonder how people cope with trauma


I wonder in rivers meeting sea


I wonder about the dreams of the sad


I wonder if I should carry on


I wonder in the shadows people make


I wonder at waves breaking over rocks


I wonder in the green of spring


I wonder how much money there is in the world


I wonder in the pleasure of a smoke


I wonder at mushrooms that glow in the dark


I wonder in the sound of log fire


I wonder at a tree full of fireflies


I wonder what any deity would make of us


I wonder in the smell of fresh linen


I wonder with fear when the Earth Quakes


I wonder in the blue of the Mediterranean


I wonder in the feel of moss


I wonder at my happiness


I wonder at my friend’s children


I wonder if every little bit helps


I wonder who just died


I wonder in the craft of choreography


I wonder how facts are made


I wonder what she is doing now


I wonder how heavy my ashes will be


I wonder if New York will ever eat my dust


I wonder at our ignorance


I wonder at the value of conceptual art


I wonder how many snowflakes touch the ground simultaneously


I wonder how many trees are falling


I wonder in the First sounds of rain


I wonder in the taste of mountain water


I wonder in the comfort of company


I wonder in the memory of all my loves


I wonder in the happiness of you


I wonder how long it takes a bird to make a nest


I wonder in the experience of fresh fruit


I wonder at just how much is going on


I wonder what became extinct today


I wonder in warm sand underfoot


I wonder at invisible communion


I wonder at my loneliness found in others


I wonder at the feel of brush on canvas


I wonder how much knowledge we have lost


I wonder at strange connections


I wonder in the Mist


I wonder about square pegs in round holes


I wonder at cartoons


I wonder how Myths are started


I wonder at faces in Rock


I wonder what the next best thing will be


I wonder if we are being watched


I wonder what little red mites see crossing concrete


I wonder if I know the back of my hand


I wonder in free-wheeling a bike downhill


I wonder why companies believe in junk mail


I wonder how many plants just broke ground


I wonder in the shock of falling over


I wonder about words spoken at Funerals


I wonder how many birds just landed


I wonder what is happening under there


I wonder at paths that cross


I wonder as Oscar Wilde reads stories in my head


I wonder if there is a hole in my bucket


I wonder in a fresh idea


I wonder in the presence of an Active Volcano


I wonder in Red Poppy fields


I wonder where the boundary of hope lay


I wonder in Completion


I wonder in songs sung with abandon


I wonder in the taste of chocolate


I wonder at the size of things


I wonder if He paints the clouds


I wonder when on high


I wonder if I’ll sell something soon


I wonder in fresh fluffy warm towels


I wonder what makes Silence


I wonder in forgotten woods


I wonder if you visit me still


I wonder why I think of her so often like that


I wonder why I did that without even thinking


I wonder in our difference


I wonder if She was right


I wonder with an Audience


I wonder how that happened


I wonder at the things people buy


I wonder at toddlers toddling


I wonder at Serenity as she Falls


I wonder as she sleeps


I wonder at the awkwardness between strangers


I wonder at my constant foolishness


I wonder when I hear a memory


I wonder in a long sea-misty walk


I wonder at gorse, sun on sun


I wonder in Ruth and Rowan


I wonder whose on that boat


I wonder why so many women flick their hair


I wonder why it’s not the same for everyone


I wonder if she will contact me


I wonder at New Moons


I wonder what my last thought will be


I wonder when Holding Hands


I wonder if we will ever Be conflict Free


I wonder in the Majesty of Mountains


I wonder how much time I’ve wasted


I wonder at Gentlemen


I wonder at Reaction


I wonder in a clear blue sky


I wonder if life would’ve been different

had I been one inch taller


I wonder why I ran away


I wonder with wind in sail


I wonder if I’ll find another four-lear clover


I wonder if difference is really that important


I wonder how they sleep


I wonder what she is doing right now


I wonder if ideas are simply shared out


I wonder at the sea when almost still


I wonder if a new species evolved today


I wonder why silence seems so loud sometimes


I wonder in the smell of Lavender


I wonder about telepathy and the potato


I wonder in days wide open with possibility


I wonder in the foreign sense


I wonder with tapping feet


I wonder with swifts across my veil


I wonder with lines wide open


I wonder in a cup of tea


I wonder in the transference of experience


I wonder why it is more often than not butter-side down


I wonder in Love openly Declared


I wonder in Honesty


I wonder if I will sleep tonight


I wonder at fish in the sea


I wonder if she might love me like no other


I wonder if I’m lost


I wonder in Pine Forest Rain


I wonder in grey lit streets


I wonder if this will ever end


I wonder in physical connection


I wonder if she saw me


I wonder in Sorry


I wonder who told them that


I wonder at graffiti


I wonder in Old Libraries


I wonder in between Buttercup light


I wonder if that Cow is staring at me


I wonder why we never seem to be there yet


I wonder what makes this day different


I wonder how many of those I could count before tiring


I wonder if she reads


I wonder at shadows on satin


I wonder in the Artist


I wonder when


I wonder at realms beyond my knowing


I wonder with invisibility


I wonder what it’ll be like when I’m gone


I wonder why I feel different now


I wonder what you think as you read this


I wonder why I sometimes stare at nothing


I wonder in our self -fading


I wonder in the feeling of being soaked to the skin


I wonder when happiness creates tears and tears create happiness


I wonder at the extent of our luxury


I wonder why roofs can seem so dull


I wonder at how easy it is to slip


I wonder as the sun sets for us it rises for others


I wonder at how much life lives in a tree


I wonder at birds of prey soaring hovering


I wonder if we’ll ever understand Dolphins


I wonder in journeys of adventure


I wonder in the scrunching of Autumn Leaves


I wonder in Reunion


I wonder when time simply melts


I wonder at horses when they play


I wonder how I came to be here now


I wonder if I’ll ever see her again


I wonder if they’re safe


I wonder in recognised poignancy


I wonder in conversations of learning


I wonder with the passing imagery


I wonder in the aftermath of warmth


I wonder in cliff-top wind


I wonder in bluebell carpet times


I wonder when it all changes without intervention


I wonder how many times I have washed-up


I wonder in memory picture shows


I wonder in Clown


I wonder if the effort was worth it


I wonder in the thrill of driving


I wonder in the warmth of wool


I wonder in a morning shared


I wonder why so many follow without questioning


I wonder who will stand in the shadow I just left


I wonder in my fake fur coat


I wonder at cinders smoldering


I wonder for whom that bell tolls


I wonder at stupidity in Art and if that’s the ‘concept’.


I wonder what my first girlfriend would make of me now


I wonder how long before every trace of me is gone


I wonder if you can be forgiven from beyond the grave


I wonder if you know


I wonder at wagging dog tails


I wonder in times special


I wonder why an awful lot


I wonder in Art


I wonder at passing glances


I wonder at the unseen


I wonder at a daisy and hundreds of daisies


I wonder if I passed someone magical today


I wonder if I’ve wondered too much


I wonder if you can wonder too much


I wonder in shared laughter


I wonder in new found love


I wonder with her slightest touch


I wonder why I’m so nervous


I wonder why I wonder


I wonder how many more times


I wonder if she will remember


I wonder who said that first


I wonder if it was ever meant to be this way


I wonder in the clarity of this moment


I wonder at the velocity of my love


I wonder at imperceptible interactions


I wonder as they glide above me


I wonder in marshmallow squidginess


I wonder sometimes when I simply turn around


I wonder inside the love of my mother


I wonder in the memory of his face


I wonder in the new of the next


I wonder at the sound her steps make


I wonder with futility


I wonder with you


I wonder when I see people help


I wonder why that leaf fell now


I wonder when a smile changes me


I wonder at the patterns behind my eyes


I wonder if your breath is my breath


I wonder in the space between love


I wonder in my own obscurity


I wonder with champagne upon my tongue


I wonder in the exhilaration of surprise


I wonder at the weight of grief


I wonder why I went that way


I wonder how many marks my body will have at my end


I wonder what insects know


I wonder if I will ever be right


I wonder in untouched human kindness


I wonder how many times I’ve shaved


I wonder if that cat thinks about me


I wonder who is dying now


I wonder at elegance


I wonder in the silence of others


I wonder why it all seems inevitable


I wonder in youthful conversation


I wonder if I can become someone new







































I wonder if you made it to here....


     I wonder if you’ll email me with a Wonder of your own






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