TANGIBLE (OR NOT)
Knock, knock
Yes?
I am looking for Truth
Sorry, Truth doesn't live here anymore
I'm looking for Honesty
Sorry, she moved away 10 years ago for sure
Then I'm looking for Empathy
Oh, he moved out when Honesty left
Goodness me, now I am feeling quite bereft
So please don't tell me Kindness left too?
Well she was talking of walking (said Deception)
Will I do?
ECSTACY (on Friday 13th August)
Today my mind was stimulated beyond it's usual space
Meditation, you might think - not this was not the case
I walked within a journey I'd travelled twice before
And every step I took, well I just wanted more
Where age it doesn't matter, nor if your fat or thin
With words so well presented, each step just drew me in
It left me so ecstatic as on a cloud I travelled
To places I had never been, I soon became unravelled
Each visit brought my world to life with so much touch and laughter
Yes, words can paint a picture, that lingers so long after
So some may use their drug of choice, and some may meditate
I have learnt to use my Guide to bring me to this state
LOST AND SAFELY FOUND
I'm lost - or rather I was
Yet you appeared with the final jigsaw piece
That completed the picture of my Autumn landscape
That brought me back to safety and trust
In the knowledge that whatever happens
I am an almost completed masterpiece
Yes that's how I remain until I leave this world complete because of you
THE ROOM
It sits between here and there , and there and here
We open the door and enter, away from prying eyes
Not knowing how long we have or when the next time will be
Where will we go? You make the difference I have always yearned for
You hold my secrets and I give my utter trust to stranger
CELEBRATING MATURITY WITH A DRINK OR TWO
Do you want a Southern Comfort, my bar is open wide
Perhaps a Pina Colada, so very hard to decide
But wait, there sits a Mojito awaiting your two lips
Best to drink it slowly, taking little sips
The colours, they surprise you, the variations too
So many drinks to choose from, what is a girl to do
BUT then you see the Whiskey, beside a deep red wine
Now seasoned tastes just beckon, the best so take your time
To savour on your palette and share exquisite taste
The best it is maturity - the flavours never waste
The glass of deep red wine, the Whiskey just a finger
The taste, bouquet and depth, your presence, please let this moment linger
And so it seems there is no choice to make
Maturity is my drink if my thirst I wish to slake
AS AN INDIAN SUMMER MOVES INTO AUTUMN (more prose than poetry, but expanding on a delightful thought)
Is that what this is? Our Indian Summer in the Autumn of our years
That sudden burst of flame that burns bright only to be extinguished no sooner than it started.
No, I don’t believe so as fires if they are looked after can be encouraged to bed in as gentle embers ready to be stoked again later when the time is right spreading a warm glow that lingers
AWAKENING
What is happening, how and why
I don’t have answers, I don’t even try
To understand what is happening to me
Why challenge changes if they’re meant to be
And yet as I open and begin to embrace
All it means hurting others in time, as I trace
Back to where it began to go wrong
Allowing control (though I allowed it too long)
And now that I challenge and start to break free
I accept all the changes as meant for me.
WHY DO I DOUBT
Time and again I’m reminded to trust
Time and again, I’m thinking I must
Be a fool for thinking that I could be free
To begin living my life as it’s meant to be
I’m scared and I’m tired of living this lie
And yet I am scared it will all pass me by
They say what’s in intended for you will not pass you by
But to tell you the truth I’m frightened to try
To start once again I know I must
And so I go back to the Universe I trust
I place myself in your hands once again
And when doubt knocks on the door I will refrain
From giving it room, from giving it space
No I won’t allow it nor give it place
So forward I travel onward I go
I really have faith so here I go

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