Tag: Poem

Relax and daydream – it’s good for you 🌸

May 20, 2018

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.

🌸

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.

🌸

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.

🌸

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.

🐬

I hope the sun shines on their wedding day … and their life together 🇬🇧🇺🇸

May 15, 2018

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.

🌸

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.

🌸

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.

🌸

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.

🌸

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.

🥂

I hope the sun shines on their day… and their life together

🇬🇧🇺🇸

Too little too late (a poem) 💙

May 11, 2018

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.

💙

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?

💙

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

💙

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.

💙

‘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.’

💙

‘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.

💙

Slow down, listen and be mindful of your surroundings. They are free entertainment 🌸

May 7, 2018

Heat from the sun on my thighs,

Tingling skin not yet been exposed.

Move limbs into the shade before the burn,

So tired, can’t move at all, ten more minutes.

🌞

Skylarks chirruping so high I cannot see them,

The leaves move in whispers in the poplar.

A hum close to me, closer still. A flaunting bee.

The squawk of a distant pheasant,

🐝

The blue skies are vast when unpunctured by cloud,

A glass of water warming steadily,

If I roll over I can read. But sometimes doing nothing,

Just being, just listening, is so cathartic and beautiful.

🌸

<a href=”https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/flaunt/”>Flaunt</a&gt;

Sensual pleasures courtesy of the tastebuds

April 22, 2018

The juices from each piece of corn bursts between your teeth and tongue,

The butter leaves a glistening on your lips, a droplet slides down your chin,

You do not feel it but I watch it’s progress and feel compelled,

To catch it with my finger tip and raise it to my own tongue.

I have wanted to taste you awhile and your proximity is driving me insane,

Keeping that finger between my lips, I watch you staring,

Your chewing has paused, your pupils dilated. I release my finger slowly,

And I see you swallow. You reach for my hand and hold it close,

My finger tip still wet, my heart racing, your warm hand draws it close.

To your own mouth from which warm breath glides over my hand.

I push my hand to your lips and you guide the same finger between your lips.

My eyes close briefly of their own accord, before I look again to enjoy,

The vision alongside the sensation in which we partake.

A small moan escapes me and I pull closer to you. Please don’t stop…

<a href=”https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/partake/”>Partake</a&gt;

(could’ve just used a napkin? 😂😂)

It’s better to have loved and lost, than never to have loved at all 💔

April 4, 2018

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.

💫

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.

💫

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.

💫

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.

💫

The night time is worse; darkness stealing any hope.

I stare at your photographs but stop I must,

And wean myself from the blanket you wrapped me in

Life so cruel – you came into my life, now you’re gone.

💫

What do you see? Love or heartbreak? A poem…

April 1, 2018

Turned over the calendar for April to find another stunning print from the Master of seduction, Jack Vettriano …. to me, this painting is not just about the couple you initially see….

🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤💔💔

You said you would meet me on the pier,

I know I am late and for that I fear.

Your attention has been stolen from me,

A finely dressed suitor speaks to you, I see.

🔍

This sand is shifting with each step I take,

My words to you last night not fake.

Tonight’s dance was to be when,

I would ask if you wanted to try again.

📈

He looks tall and dark, a type you like,

I always felt with me you were polite.

To accept my blonde hair, green eyes,

And now my walk slows, my confidence dies.

💔

I have in my pocket for you, a box,

A pair of earrings in the shape of a fox.

Which match the pearl bracelet together we chose,

I suspect you’ve forgotten it, our journey near closed.

⚖️

I’ve paused on the beach to decide what to do,

But my soul is yearning only to be with you.

Who is that man up there on the pier?

Should I keep coming and face up to my fear?