Burst
the bubble
Your words are there but
Somehow
vacant
Truly
melancholy is my moment
With
faces like whispers, penetrating my mind
Many
conversations recalled
Spilling
out, many without recourse
Whose
silence demands my attention
There
is no choice with some
Their
words already spoken buried and gone
Hurt
me with the silence ….
When
there should be a song sung
To
know your choice turns and misses
The
waiting becomes a reality
To
throw into the mix, pulling out a grain of humility
You
don’t even know, perhaps this makes it worse
You
burst the bubble
Chased
the blossom from the trees
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Poem 2
Your …. still shade of white
Swallowed whole
Encased in a transparent cocoon
Your.....exit under wraps
Clawing at the iced ceiling
Fighting for warmth and air
You …..breath cutting off and closing down
The light seen
The doorway barred
And time is pulling at strings on
Your.…life under threat
Will there be more seconds in this minute for
Your….escape to take part, dodging
Your….near on silence.
…………………………………
Stark strands of hair float, veiling
Your….pale face
And you are motionless in white sheets of acceptance
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To
last their lifetime
She
turned her back, walked away
Her
longing visible, reaching him
Her
heart splintered, fell to the ground
With
each step, piece by piece
He
would have gathered them to him, his longing visible
But
the face of commitment stared into his heart....
He
let her go
The
needing envelops, drowning him to the ground
Shards
of her heart graze his skin...sharp
She
fights keeping her direction, never turning
The
ground becomes closer, it breaks her movement
She
reaches out to steady herself, the lamp light
Shining
on her tears, staining her face; half lit
It
cannot pierce her dark heart
The
light only to deliver the wound
Her
path of pain reaches her and ….steadied
She
touches sorrow, cannot bear this ache and turns
He
has already seen her, moving, reaching, entwining
They
are locked in their love in this moment
To
last their lifetime
Us
I don’t want to be dressed in pink, you in blue
Categorised by the shade of my frock and not
Your trousers, tucked in blue shirt and my pink skirt
Tear away this formality and leave me be
To wear what I like, the gloats, the stares, the
Blatant repertoire of wardrobe glares, the thrill
Of the downright choice to have a voice
Donning my mood of daily colour; a fuller
Life rallying me to pull up my socks, to rid
My smocks, reaching to colour the lives of those in grey
To pave the way for them to say it’s time to shine
Bring out fine cloth and lines that do not mock
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Poem 5
Holding on for too long
I held onto the ache for too long
Feeling its purple bruise seeping
Into my flesh, spreading around my
Beating heart, slowing its pace
A harsh hand thrust its emotional fist
Scooping out my inward beauty, the
Shocking face of battered bereavement
Rusting the sheen on my hope and glory
Numbness followed on like a marching soldier
War and woe emblazoned on his breastplate
Vengeance without regard for these rivulets that
Mar my flesh, reaping havoc, to my left and right
I wondered how I would survive this bludgeoning
Blow, of secret pain and sorrow wrapped around
My soul, invisible to the world and its participants
Stabbing my skin and squatting without invitation
If it would burst out and show its colours, grey
And drab, its inky black heart impinging what was
My world of true blue happiness, of open arms
Outstretched with hope for the world I inhabited
My memories feel bleached, baron and poisoned by
Lost love; like time shackled, forgotten until it cannot
Feel or breathe, remembering only the here and now,
Tethered up in the bindweed of my repeating rhythm
I grow old and lose the face I once new, its reflection
No longer accompanying me back to a time when we
Were vibrant and clung to the days, the hours til we
Would lock into one another and swoon in our heaven
And so I bathe in the watery spa soothing my limbs
Feel its caress, reminding me of your tender touch; your
Fingerprints like diamonds adorning my skin, now parched
And thinning, raising your memory once buried, now
revealed.
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