Writing to express how I feel. Writing is a freeing exercise and a great kind of therapy
One of my favourites, so well written and beautiful
To be lost amidst a landscape of hill and dale
Staring up at oceanic skies awash with foaming cloud
To be caught in the rainstorm and laugh it off
And be glad of deserted liquidity
Where unfamiliar becomes familiar
And twisted trees instead contort as dancers
Be it sun or snow, rain or shine
Cool lakes of pooling colours mirroring the dawn
I would say to you, my dear friend
That you are not lost, but finally found
Flashes of light
With flashes of pain
My body is like a signalling flame
Warning those who would venture too near,
Wait,
Stop,
There is danger here
Yet some still come
On in for the kill
As if to seek a new height of thrill
But mine’s the shipwreck upon the rough
Broken
Vessel
Just too tight, too tough
No scheme was planned
Nor hurt done by will
Damage is done by a friend who yet still
Won’t heed the flames that caution all touch
Flash
Pain
You think it not much
Just a slight hug
A pat on the skin
Your my friend so I wish you’d begin
To see that these moments you wish to be nice
Cause
Pain
Yes I pay the price
Next time you think
Hugs show friendship
May I suggest you take a small trip
Down the road that I’m walking on
Cold
Harsh
Far from summers sun
Maybe try words
Or invites for tea
But please stop this contact now that you see
Pain just doubles with those physical signs
Talk
Smile
But don’t cross that line
I know these feelings a little too well.
I can’t get a thought in edgeways
When my head is full of fear,
Anxiety wreaks havoc
And my other thoughts aren’t clear.
The part of me that’s strong and sane
Is sitting in a well,
It tries to shout advice to me
I think, it’s hard to tell
Because it sounds so distant
And its words are all obscured
By the nasty mumbo jumbo
That I’m trying to ignore.
Eventually I break and cave
And anxious thoughts run free.
And when they do,
For a short time
I wish I wasn’t me.
Worth and Wealth
There was not much left to tell the story in the setting of a farmland’s edge. The court shoes; a sign of her great wealth, had been gifted her that very morning but received with little care, just another to add to the rest. Mirrored were two muddy work boots, worn each day almost from birth. He but a humble farm hand, yet could show her some true worth. Their passion was too great for them to remain here on earth. Now two pairs of shoes give notice, worth and wealth are not one and same.
so glad I got the okay to re-blog this beautifully crafted poem
Someone caught the sigh and sent it homewards,
Breath returned to dream from whence it came,
Lent on wings one night for all eternal,
Breath refreshed in calling of one name.
‘Lover’, spoke the wind that carried heart sigh,
‘Whither thou go, angels feather first,
I will murmur softly, in their passing,
Reminding life, a sigh may mean rebirth.’
Reading this poem made me think on dreams we may have yet not strive towards and then I got to thinking about something I have been looking into recently; what is my purpose?
I came across a T.D Jakes video clip on purpose and he explained how passion leads to purpose and our troubles are like an arrow being drawn back ready to fly towards our purpose, ‘Regression leads to progression’ So here is a poem inspired by thoughts that are running through a chaotic mind.
The Arrow
Dreaming is a risk we take
For we will hurt when they do break
But when they bring us to a new world
The dream is worth it’s weight in gold
To look ahead at what may be
There is some risk, for what we see
My lead us on a rocky road
Make us carry that heavy load
But if we push towards a dream
Fuelled by passion, for what we’ve seen
The pain we feel on wearied roads
Just drives us forward to lighter loads
So do not grieve for what is lost
Do not focus on your cost
But look ahead to purpose clear
Use that passion to lead you near
Take me love to lands anew
Traveling rough, the fro and to
Of nature’s waters, or in the air
With heavy breaths we travel there
Take me softly across the land
Near bubbling streams you hold my hand
The water’s chuckles we echo clear
As you hold me closer, hold me near
Take me in what way you choose
Just take me soon, no time to lose
Alas poor Yorick, I knew him…
This famous of lines sparks a great many thoughts
How sad to think our friends will die.
How morbid and gloomy you cry.
Yet is it good to pretend all life goes on,
Like a fairytale story or over happy song?
I prefer to remember life is short.
Do my best to live in the present.
Try to spend time wisely, see family and friends.
Till this body dies and my life swiftly ends.
I try not to get caught in what might have been,
Some days i will struggle and on family i lean.
There is something calming about being where i grew up
Yet there is a tinge of sadness that i’m not who i once was
Not much has changed, it still feels like home.
I wish I lived nearer and didn’t have to roam.
I feel more at ease, I don’t wish to leave
Yet a new home i have, where my life i now weave.
Think i may be a word over the 100 words but i am on my mum’s laptop and can’t work out how i might go about counting the words lol.
Hope people enjoy the poem and if you want to take part then here’s the link. I found the prompt very inspiring.
All lies in haze, this heavy shroud
Covering England with a silence loud
No birds calling all hush and still
The lands too quiet, I feel a chill
Like the intake before a great storm
Standing on the edge of what feels norm
Whilst surrounding me a heavy smog
Like smoke from a long burning log
I stay in the warmth and try not to see
Not focus on the strange but my own reality
Reality of my safe warm home
Content to stay put, why should I roam?
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