No Dramas

I saw my hero of old yesterday

He asked me

How are you?

I replied

I am good thanks

And smiled

How are you?

 

 

 

Remorse

I didn’t realize 

What I had said until it was said 

Until I saw the shock in your eyes

The pain in your words 

The hurt in your voice 

If I could take it back

If I could reverse time 

If I could unsay thoughtless words

If I could think before I speak 

If I could do all those things

I would do it

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Empty Bubbles

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Delicate dreams

Fragile and free

Float on air

In their vulnerability

And when all is quiet

I realize

All I’ve ever done

Is blow empty bubbles

To no one there

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Naked Soul

Words have power

I see it every day

Building up and

Breaking down

It forces either way

Words have power

This I know

For what is typed

And what is said

Reveals the naked soul

Wind in Trees

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Memories in my mind
Question their being
Beg me to share
The brief moment
They were

Briefly and fleetingly
Created with care
And lasted but
A few blinks only
Of the eternal prayer

Like wind in the trees
Vapor in air
Subtle lingering scent
And as soon as they lived
As quickly they died

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Basement Kiss

I discovered this song yesterday, quite by accident. I was listening to Transvision Vamp (remember them?), and stumbled across this offering from Wendy James. I love it!

Lucy Grace can’t show her facedown in the North End Road

For in Belgravia

Rumours have been whispered

and suggestions have been made

Did you sell your friends out

when the heat got too intense?

You say you like the danger

but it’s only a pretence

You say you need the money

When everybody knows you can

always fall back on your inheritance


Did you bruise your arms on those false alarms?

Did you bruise your pride on his smile so wide?

Only fingertips from forbidden bliss

Did you bruise your lips in this basement kiss?


Who’s that sneaking round the door?

You can’t come here no more

Can’t you go home again?

She used to sit alone for hours

Spend her evenings watering dried flowers


When her mother came to stay

and finally went to bed

Lucy Grace was in the front room

shooting through your head

She tried to take your breath away

and give you something else instead


Next year she’ll serve her function

in that Audrey Hepburn hat

It still won’t serve her much

but she’ll get over that

She’ll be pale and feign indifference

as they’re handing out the prizes

Spilling Daddy’s pearls of wisdom

And her ugly sister’s tranquilizers


Why were you so tardy putting up your guard?

When you hurt so easily and you try so hard

Did you bruise your arms on those false alarms?

Did you bruise your pride on his face so snide?

Only fingertips from forbidden bliss

Did you bruise your lips in this basement kiss?

Empathy

Sometimes, when confronted with something bigger than I can comprehend, my mind automatically reverts to details. Immediately after my mother passed away, when at the time it was so sudden and unexpected, my mind went into survival-mode. What are the next steps? What to do now? My mind focused more on practical day-to-day living than on the fact that I had lost my one and only mother. When I stopped to think about it, my pain was around the fact that I would never hear her voice again. I often have dreams where I am trying to call her and she doesn’t answer the phone. Or she doesn’t want to speak to me. Her voice is not heard.

A colleague is going through a difficult time. I immediately went into survival-mode, and became detail-driven. How did it happen? What next? What did you do? What are you going to do? He said to me, it would only be from you, Vonita. All these questions, and lack of subtlety.

Perhaps it is a lesson to just be still. To feel the pain that others feel. To have a heart that is soft. To allow myself to feel my own loss and pain. To have empathy.

Praise

Free happy woman arms up praising freedom at beach sunset. Young

An Acrostic Poem

Prayers from my heart
Reach the One whom I
Adore and in his mercy
I receive love and grace
Supplied abundantly –
Everlasting peace

Daring

She decided to be daring, and invited him to share a cab ride home. The evening had been fun, it was late, and they lived nearby. It wasn’t difficult for him to agree. Both seated in the back, she asked if he was relaxed. Very relaxed, he replied. She smiled.

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