Being brave...just letting my words fall on the page.
sometimes there are things
that we didn't realize we miss
until a sudden flash of memory
recalls the reassuring sound of the sea rolling in
and then there are people we miss
the people we want to hear from again
a need to see you in person
yet there's nothing I can do to return this loved one to my presence
perhaps a good memory can flood our body with a satisfactory moment
to fill that longing and desire
but that's never as rewarding as the close physical embrace
when arms wrap around warm bodies pulling each loved one nearer
as if drawing them within the whole
missing him
missing her
missing them
missing from my life
missing from your life
missing from theirs
but what is it I am needing you ask?
confirmation?
affirmation?
or to hear you laugh again...
a laugh tinged with excitement
to hear my own laughter respond with joy
that moment of unbridled happiness when two people share ecstasy
when their lives sync
to know with certainty that the one place I want to be is close to you
to do nothing in particular accept enjoy each others company
never be sorry for sharing happiness
never be sorry for spreading joy
knowing that your smile hides secrets
that have hidden depths
and once revealed
there's pleasure to be experienced
remembering a farewell kiss
and longing to see you
once more
I love life. And I love my life. It’s a modern fairytale. Occasionally it’s scary as hell: a white knuckle roller-coaster ride and then it can be fabulous fun. In-between these extremes it can be mundane and ordinary sometimes. I love writing because this allows me to develop flights of fancy or record important events that affect my life.
Goodwood
Tuesday, 25 October 2016
Monday, 1 August 2016
Crushed Hope
I was sitting in traffic...my mind had emptied and these words fell into my mind:
crushed hope
desiccated blooms
cellophane wrapped
unyielding stems held erect
lashed to rusty railings
bleached blond petals and leaves
ravaged by keen sea breezes
a tissue thin everlasting memorial
crushed hope
desiccated blooms
cellophane wrapped
unyielding stems held erect
lashed to rusty railings
bleached blond petals and leaves
ravaged by keen sea breezes
a tissue thin everlasting memorial
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