Aspiring Author & Life Juggler
A place where my dark side sometimes creeps out to play
Beauty was unknown to me before I met you,
Until the day I die, I shall not find a thing to beat it.
Hence I have stopped looking and bask instead,
In the memory of the sight and scent of you.
🌸
Flames dance a rapid rhythm, greedily consuming oxygen.
Sacrificial cylinders of ash and elm, no longer grappling with earthy roots.
Soft pages between my fingers whisper their secrets through portholes of ink.
Wandering thoughts, new characters to discover. A premise of love story – a warm slipper. Perfection.
Their time together had become,
A mere chapter of life.
A chapter too short.
And try as he might,
He could not stop the pages from turning.
Each day he woke from a fretful sleep,
She had slipped further back in time.
And the distance strained at his heart,
Like a bow pulled back with an arrow.
Asleep was the only time he could be with her.
Touch her cheek, look into her eyes
So full of love for him they floated against
A blur of background inconsequence.
So close, so precious, so real.
Then wakefulness would drag him back to hell.
Gritty eyes would see the numbers had increased,
Taking him away, leaving him adrift.
Her chapter was back there; back at the beginning.
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My poor Antonio .. I am writing a scene in which he is struggling with huge loss. I thought I would treat you to a snippet and poetrise it (I’ve just made up a new word 😃) xx
(Photo credit; Imagefully.com)
You carried me without complaint,
Through mud and miles you’ve been a saint.
Your heaving ribs I now will rest,
My wound is deep, no longer the best
Partner to you, my trusted steed,
Colleague, transport, friend indeed.
(Photo credit – Telegraph today showing new statue in Romsey’s Memorial Park)
We mentioned yesterday,
Re-blogging past posts.I look through today,
and am drawn to the poems.In April I had started
to study emotions in writing.This was an experiment. xx
Staring into the traffic, I see nothing nor hear anything.
Yet the swish of tyres on rain-soaked tarmac,
And lights red and white passing outside the cafe
Unregistered sight and sound knock at my conscience.
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Our final text chat; I tried so hard to stay strong,
Not weaken, nor fail in my assurance I was fine.
‘Good. I’m glad’. you said.
‘I’m fine, I promise.’ I’d lied.
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Now the wretched anguish tears at my insides,
Forcing air out in gasps, I cannot breath.
I will die without you, my strength is leaving,
The pain drags my belly down, the loss is draining.
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I hunch forward, arms wrapped around me,
Knowing never again will I feel your squeeze.
You flew last week, to your old life; without me.
You warned me it would happen one day.
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The night time is worse; darkness stealing any hope.
I stare…
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I was reminded today with a gift from nature,
Of your tender touches across the years.
One for every millimetre of my skin.
Memories float away on a breeze,
I try and catch them; closing my eyes,
Picturing your presence, feeling the warmth.
That first kiss we shared was a silken dream,
Entrancing my being forever in your world.
When I think of what was,
There is a shudder,
An awakening.
Twofold it engulfs me,
Excitement of memories,
Fear of realisation,
That it is no more.
How do we know,
When the last time
Is the last time.
We don’t.
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