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June 5, 2014
Whilst dusting the corners of her mind,
amongst the debris lost with time,
she came across an abandoned wish;
a forgotten plea, based on pure anguish.
And how she thanked the powers that be,
who crushed that dream, never meant to be.
So ill thought out when straws were clutched,
and the edge of insanity, almost touched.
For in the intervening years between,
grew a life well lived, from a shattered dream,
and countless blessings and guidance shown
towards a path of happiness she now did own.
And the longing yearned for, it was clear to see
would have been the certain death of she.
And oh the mess, had it come of age;
that wish never granted, by a wiser sage.
April 10, 2014
In each bud a secret;
a life of hidden power.
In each second savoured;
another fulfilled hour.
In each wish, a yearning
for a recreated past unchanged.
In each dream, a voyage
and a mind left disarranged.
March 28, 2014
No joy in dwelling on the past,
of battles won, fortunes amassed.
The gain, not worth the mental strain,
and all for what, hindsight’s refrain?
That generation who discovered wealth
yet would not spend in case ill health
came fast like lightning to their door,
knew an instant remedy they had in store.
or so they thought; money the cure for all!
Remember Damascus where Saul met Paul.
Yet with blinkered faith they still wanted more,
becoming mesmerised with their golden store.
And where overwork and excessive strain,
in time, took it’s toll, on the smartest brain.
No isolated palaces with marble towers
can ever fix the sick in their dying hours.
The rippling shoreline
on an abandoned beach
as night time falls;
the sun out of reach.
A severed tongue
no words could teach.
The shock too great
for an acceptance speech.
The sea comes in and bashes
the crumbling seawall,
with its violent temper
in a free for all.
And words, too late
came as if they cared,
but above seagull squawks
could not be heard.
And another day
that with promise held
came and went without
a timid voice yelled.
But what they say
of time and tide is true,
and there’s a new horizon
always on view.
February 28, 2014
Her nail-bed repairing;
nail varnish she’s wearing,
and now for the right reasons,
folks at her hands staring.
February 19, 2014
How refreshing is ‘dry’ January,
with no sluggish starts to the day,
as we recover from the party season
by keeping excess at bay.
The body begins to repair itself,
and the bloated look leaves our cheeks,
now the wine that seemed so essential,
is out of sight for four weeks.
And for a time, only still water,
flowing fast through each vein.
No dreaded trips to the bottle bank
and being caught in the pouring rain.
A chance to reflect in all seriousness,
what the lack of consumption makes,
to our mood and general demeanour;
no ‘morning after’ headaches or shakes.
And although February starts off cautiously,
with good intent to stay dry and have none
all too soon arrives good old Valentines Day,
when glasses clink and the game is back on.
February 16, 2014
When in a confused frame of mind
where no solution is there to find,
and all the options on hope rest,
don’t ever settle for second best.
The power of proof;
the coming clean.
The attacking force
of the rogue gene.
I see his point.
I hear his plea.
Too late, alas
for me to move the sea.
I know it was right
what he instilled in me.
Sometimes the mighty truth
takes a lifetime to see.
February 9, 2014
Sturdy winter pansies,
smiling through the snow.
Surviving February’s treachery,
their faces all aglow.