Aspiring Author & Life Juggler
My shoulders hurt from the strain of my tied-up hands behind my back.
The ropes cut deeply into my skin, my wrists have become numb.
I wait in the dust, watching the motes move slowly through the shafts of light.
This light, it moves steadily around the room, as the sun moves across the sky.
Four days I think. Four sets of shafts of light. A billion motes.
When will you come to save me, to find me. You promised, you told me.
I believed you when I went with them. I trusted you, in your armour.
Are you on cloud nine?
Noughts and crosses
Dressed to the nines!
The whole nine yards.
A stitch in time saves nine.
A cat o’ nine tails….
Toes hold on to sand far beyond the beach,
Hose it off, yet it still grips.
The hiss of the breaking waves,
Relentless in their takeover of the beach,
Flattening castles built with effort
Throughout the days by enthusiastic toddlers
As the sun moves effortlessly across the sky.
Mothers with sleeping babies
Wrapped in body carriers and nuzzled close,
While dad’s run ragged after siblings
Attempts at cricket lasting a few minutes
Before squeals of delight that the ball is lost.
Crunching gravel as cars arrive and depart
Coins chinking onto palms in exchange
For takeout cappuccinos, a taste of home,
A pick me up, lip-smacking sighs of appreciation.
Older people sat in beach chairs,
Panamas still the most stylish form of shade.
Dogs panting, seagulls cawing, children crying
From stubbed toes, lost ice creams, tiredness.
The sounds of summer. I sneak to solitude
An empty holiday house, a rock in a cove,
A book page slides between my fingers,
And the sea and a more distant rolling sound,
Reminiscent of a lullaby
The light on waxy leaves,
Silent strength of bonsai.
Flame throws wall shadows,
Simple beauty to behold.
Calmly my breathing continues,
Silent in fact as I watch the horizon.
You are close to me, you are seeing through my eyes,
Even though you are not here in person.
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Let’s have a coffee here together,
Before we hurry off to the next destination.
The colours and simplicity of the view,
Each sip, I feel with you each sigh of appreciation.
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If you were here, your hand would find mine,
Our fingers meeting between us,
As small fish cause splashes below,
And the sand is disturbed as they fuss.
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I know you would enjoy just sitting,
And escaping the every day.
It is important to relax and think sometimes,
To regroup with your goals so they say.
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The corner is ripped, oh no!
The wind did it, I swear.
Can it be mended? Of course.
I can do anything you care..
(… to think of)
Red white and blue.. rather apt I feel,
As these are the colours of both USA & UK,.
Being joined by marriage this Saturday,
And their babies will know both London and LA!
I patch and sew, to cover the tears,
The white I use is from my own dress.
Worn 24 years ago and stored since in a barn,
No better use for it than to improve the mess…
(… of rug linings and flags)
What a vast improvement in this I have made,
I trust Meghan’s father will walk her down.
Because it is not now she will miss him,
But in the future, his absence may cause her to frown.
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This weekend will pass in a blur,
The world will be watching, with hope.
That a fairytale is starting and can be maintained,
People say ‘talk’, but listening also will help you cope.
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In the far distant future when the fanfare has died,
When hurdles of life in front of you loom,
After tiredness and miscommunications ensue.
The two of you can sort any strife in the room.
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If your daddy gives you away, and can brave the crowds,
Of his little girl and himself; he will be so proud.
I hope his bride settles to what will be a big change,
And together they create another branch of the monarch tree.
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I wish Diana could he here to see,
Her second son be wed and how happy he’ll be.
Her boys are a credit, from a difficult time.
The pride as I watched them grow, I feel it is mine.
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I hope the sun shines on their day… and their life together
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Paint flakes lift off under her nails,
He says nothing; only stares ahead.
His profile is imprinted on her memory.
She sees it in her sleep behind her eyelids.
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When they argue, the sickness takes over,
They’ve promised so many times not to hate.
‘I cannot do this any more’ he sighs
And panic rises within her. What had she done?
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The metal bridge, over a century old,
Across the Thames. How many have walked it’s length?
The choppy murk below them supporting tugs
And the river police boat creates a wake
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They watch it split and race towards the walls,
‘I’m so sorry. I’ll get help.’ she promises
And moves her hand to touch his sleeve.
He shakes his head and pulls away.
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‘Oh God, don’t do this. Don’t end it. Please!’
‘Rachel, we go round in circles.’ he faced her.
Red double deckers queued beside them,
‘No. We are not right for each other.’
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‘I’m going home. My real home.’
‘I’ve ruined it. How can I save this?’
She cursed the tears which came,
So predictable. So pointless now.
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