A shadow fell over me
This morning when the sun began to rise
And though I tried to shine a light
The darkness was too strong
You asked me what I was doing
I said I was lying down
You tried to get inside my head
But my thoughts were never to be shared
Smile!
And be happy 🙂
My heart is sore
I want to say hello
Send a note
Wish you well
But more than that
I wish you would say hello
Send a note
Wish me well
Our eyes meet
Briefly
And I cannot make you
Do anything
At all
The pain in my head
Knocked gently
At first
Oh please
Not today, go away
A constant steady rolling thunder
Beating twisting gnawing crawling
I want to die
There is no escape
Nowhere to hide
Friday today a good day
To die
When I feel your body close to mine
When I hear your beating heart
When I know that you are safe
And no harm can come your way
I close my eyes and pray
Silent kisses for today
In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Do Not Disturb.”
I don’t blog photos of my children or my husband. I have blogged a baby photo of them each (and my daughter in my post Mud and Fun), I asked my husband first if I could, and he was fine with me doing that. He said they could be any babies really. And in Mud and Fun my daughter is literally covered in mud.
The good thing with poetry is that it is just poetry. Most of my writing is based on what I feel, but at times I tap into moments past for inspiration. I used to publicize on google-plus but my husband used to click on random posts and then quiz me on them. I stopped the publicize except on Twitter and sometimes I post to FB. I could post anonymously but don’t feel strongly that my writing needs to be hidden. I don’t have many skeletons in my closet. I do have a few LOL, hopefully they will stay hidden!
In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Baggage Check.”
A few weeks ago I was hurt by someone. Struggling to deal with it, I want to lash out. My human nature craves revenge. I hate how you hurt me. I hate how I allowed you to hurt me. Daily, nightly I have to seek a soft heart. Forgiveness, love, hope and faith. Past experience has taught me that is the only way.
Basket of flowers
Being delivered today
Rush past my being
With no small delay
My heart wells up
My soul is touched
To have but a petal
In palm of hand clutched
My yearning is felt
A small gift breaks free
Released from its hold
Pink peony for me
I lurch through the crowd
Stem falls to the floor
My heart sings out loud
To my Creator once more
A poem from my book Passion Through Poetry, blogged here in honour of:
Pow go the peonies
We found each other
One night so many moons ago
I ran through the city
I ran to you
My friend, my lover, my strength
I ran into your arms
And without saying a word
We loved
The last time I felt your lips
Your strong arms lifting me off my feet
I never wanted to leave
I never wanted you to leave
But you placed me back down
Gently
Finally
Firmly
And left
Sharing this beautiful writing by my dear friend Oscar, a friend I’ve never met but already has supported, encouraged and helped me, thank you Oscar! Please visit his blog!
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Passion Through Poetry
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One post at a time
She’s moving towards the light
With just a few lines
And a photo she might
Provoke your hidden thoughts and
Your heart’s acuity
Her words are a timid hand
Reaching for Passion Through Poetry
She’ll share with you
The daily prompts and their effect
Upon her mind without ado
Without restrain without edits
In this you will surely find
Words that flow upon the page
From a devoted mind
To seek the light and not the rage
Join her on this passage
On a blog from down-under
That sends the strong message
To fight falling asunder
By embracing the love and
Moving towards the light freely
Come let your eyes land
On her Passion Through Poetry
Poems and Petals 