July 20, 2014

 

 

To give of love

and nothing more,

is sometimes

not enough.

 

To do what one

is asked to do,

can be a

double bluff.

 

To give of time

and feel a bore,

is sometimes

really rough.

 

To do what just

comes naturally,

proves one is made

of stronger stuff!

 

 

 

 

And with a hint

of white or grey,

but always keeping

red at bay,

 

she teamed with black,

her natural choice,

and only shade to make

her heart rejoice.

 

Though on the shelf

where pink stood out,

and caught her eye,

but left much doubt,

 

she sighed, resigned,

to what she knew,

that black her belt

and black her shoe!

 

And with lime green,

the shade of the season,

her mind, it wrestled

without reason.

 

And amber tones

of yellowy yuk,

were surely made,

but for a duck,

 

And bloody beige,

so non descript;

as safe as houses,

for those tight lipped,

 

But not for her,

that neutral shade;

as bare as flesh,

no statement made!

 

For dressed in black

when on parade;

no other choice,

was there displayed,

 

for elegance

or smart attire,

that would ever set

the world on fire.

 

And so safe, so assured

in monochrome,

when travelling in style,

to Paris or Rome.

 

With a touch of white,

if one may dare,

born out of desperation

and despair.

 

Just for a change,

to brighter be,

for the times when black

even got to she!

 

 

 

And in the building

of your dream,

even the purest water

from the stream

 

will never quench,

the thirst for perfection,

in their evolving world

of fast track rejection.

 

For to make the home

a fortress strong,

when freedom calls,

is isolation, to prolong,

 

and can catastrophic

ends, lead to,

when all that’s left

is just her and you.

 

And before you know it,

almost in front of your eyes,

that dream of perfection gone,

as you yearn to downsize!

 

For in role reversal,

they now build their own dream,

whilst you explore the world,

with the snowbird team!

 

 

 

 

 

A moment touched,

too hot to handle.

When the only light,

a fading candle.

 

The room so cold

icicles hung inside

the window, revealing

condensation’s pride.

 

Then the nightly horror

when darkness fell;

the creaking floor boards,

the haunting yell.

 

The closet door latch,

depressed, on it’s own.

The thunderous heartbeat,

of being left all alone.

 

The collapse of soot from

the chimney breast,

caused by a mummified fledgling,

blown from it’s place of rest.

 

The retreat under the blanket

to await his fate.

The long journey

to hell, to anticipate.

 

But hell never reached

for sleep surely came,

as each night before,

and ones that followed, the same.

 

Until he eventually moved out

when the house was condemned.

And gone forever, the nightmares,

he thought, would never end.

 

 

 

 

 

They thought it fun

to partake of wine;

to laugh and frolic

and intertwine,

 

in the summer months

of bright sunshine,

never knowing the art

of when to draw the line.

 

They also thought it cool

to ‘go man go’

and be out, half naked

in winter’s freezing snow,

 

but in their dotage,

sense, they came to know.

Tho’ still their hearts said yes,

their bodies said ‘oh no!’

 

 

 

 

 

 

July 1, 2014

 

 

You waved goodbye

and crossed the lane,

and waved again;

I felt your pain.

 

I found it hard

to close the door,

in case you waved

again once more.

 

And that you did;

I thought you might.

You waved at the corner,

and were gone from sight.

 

Your wave stayed with me,

for the rest of the day;

the heartache you suffered

clearly on display.

 

Oh the power of a wave,

when a wave is returned;

it brings a lump to the throat,

and leaves a tummy churned.

 

And what bond of friendship

is always there,

that starts off with a wave,

that says ‘I care’.

 

 

 

June 28, 2014

 

 

 

and now, for now, all exits blocked from view:

Yet forward goes the one who dared to look,

for maybe always lying in the subconscious,

was that something else, others had mistook,

 

to mean the opposite of what was apparent;

a fool indeed who thinks his friends are foes.

The end and yet another new beginning;

foundations laid, where plainly nothing shows.

 

And all the time when searching, never ending;

when finally one settles in deep repose.

It’s then, relaxed and accepting of the future,

one sees that life, with joy,  just overflows.

 

And tomorrow’s dreams are merely crutches,

to aid the walk ahead, too steep to bear.

And that the facts already laid before them,

were obvious, to one who dared to stare.

 

 

June 26, 2014

 

 

Today we played the guessing game,

of who was I, and who was he,

as we sat on a bench

drinking afternoon tea.

 

My name, you’d forgotten,

but with an easy smile,

you looked at me and said,

you’d known me a while!

 

You also readily acknowledged

that you did know he,

and knew him to be a part,

of your family tree.

 

We asked ‘who your father had married’,

and with your mind in full force,

you replied with astonishment;

‘why, my mother, of course!’

 

Your memory may be fading,

but your good humour, still there.

The smile on your face, priceless,

when a joke we all share.

 

Your husband, at your side,

you said, was that man,

but I’d thought him my husband,

when the day had began?

 

At least you knew we were yours,

and that was a plus.

There was still a connection;

at least you recognised us.

 

You then offered your hands

for each of us to hold;

 moments like that,

are worth more than gold.

 

We shared tangerine segments,

whilst still sat on the bench,

before saying ‘goodbye’,

which is always a wrench.

 

‘I’ll wave from the window’,

used to be your last line,

when life was so normal

and everything was fine.

 

We still wave through the window,

once you are back in your chair,

though we know you’ve forgotten,

that we were,        ever there!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

June 23, 2014

 

 

Quite in a neutral

kind of way,

I met a horse

who was a Bay.

 

We shared the love

of solitude.

For his age, I thought him,

one cool dude.

 

His life so interesting,

it did turn out;

he’d seen the limelight,

without doubt!

 

Yet so much unsaid

through protocol,

which would have

involved Interpol,

 

had he spilled the beans

and broken the trust,

bestowed upon him

by duty’s thrust,

 

when he entered a life

not many Bay’s see;

the fact he had class

was obvious to me!

 

When I said I’d enjoyed

‘The trooping of the colour’,

his eyes glazed over,

his expression became duller.

 

I had hit a nerve;

a sensitive spot.

He knew I’d sussed out,

a life, he hadn’t forgot.

 

I patted his back and

stroked a tear from his face;

that moment of poignancy,

he held with grace.

 

And of a bond between us

we became aware;

from that day to this,

a friendship rare,

 

developed by such

an unlikely pair,

who in each other confide,

without any words there!

 

 

 

 

 

June 22, 2014

 

 

Joined at the hip;

that solid pair.

Where you saw one,

you saw the other there.

 

Both coming together;

their love to share.

Two halves of a whole;

that solid pair.

 

If one put on a coat,

the other ready to go,

come rain or hail,

or six feet of snow!

 

No other love

did each other know.

That solid pair,

off to the Barley Mow.

 

When one was asked a question,

the other would reply,

and one would then agree,

with an accepting sigh.

 

They spoke as one;

that solid pair.

For the main part,

he left it up to her!

 

But it suited him,

by the nose, to be led;

to let go of the reins

so he could clear his head.

 

For at work, he tired

of being the boss,

with all it’s complications,

he was often cross.

 

 And was content

when at the close of day,

a relaxing role

he was, allowed to play.

 

But therein lay

the unseen trap;

the hidden catalyst,

the yawning gap,

 

which gradually had

somehow evolved,

hence the situation,

could not be resolved.

 

So he lived by the rules

always set by her,

becoming the flexible part

of that solid pair.

 

And not an easy task,

with time, she found,

when the buck stopped with her,

on solid ground.

 

For no future respite

was there, in an easy chair;

An endless, lifetime’s job;

the boss, of a solid pair! 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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