I felt a Funeral, in my Brain

By Emily Dickinson

 

I felt a Funeral, in my Brain,

And Mourners to and fro

Kept treading - treading - till it seemed

That Sense was breaking through -

And when they all were seated,

A Service, like a Drum -

Kept beating - beating - till I thought

My mind was going numb -

And then I heard them lift a Box

And creak across my Soul

With those same Boots of Lead, again,

Then Space - began to toll,

As all the Heavens were a Bell,

And Being, but an Ear,

And I, and Silence, some strange Race,

Wrecked, solitary, here -

And then a Plank in Reason, broke,

And I dropped down, and down -

And hit a World, at every plunge,

And Finished knowing - then -

True......

So true.

Long walk

I walked
Day and night
To find you
You, to find me

I stopped
Despite my promise
Not to look back
I did

I couldn't see you
Yet
You felt so near
So, I waited

And hoped
Always hope
I tired
Not in my mind

My body
Exhausted
My eyes, heart and soul
Will wait

Paulo Coelho

Beautiful, as ever.


I thank all those who laughed at my dreams;
You have inspired my imagination.
I thank all who wanted to squeeze me into their scheme;
They have taught me the value of freedom.

I thank all who have lied to me;
You have shown me the power of truth.
I thank all those who have not believed in me;
You have expected me to move mountains.
I thank all those who have written me off;
You have aroused my courage.

I thank all those who have left me;
They gave me room to create.
I thank all those who have betrayed me and abused;
You have let me be vigilant.
I thank all those who have hurt me;
They have taught me to grow in pain.

More importantly, I thank all
Who love me as I am;
They give me the strength to live

It's different, but beautiful. Like us all.

On Silken Wings

I lay still and waited
Sorrow guarding the door
My wings hard and clipped
I could fly no more

I heard a tender call
A hand reached out
Helped me to my feet
Took away my doubt

The light dried my tears
I leapt forward with love
New wings of silk
I soared high above

As I journey onwards
I'll offer up my hand
Guide you through my eyes
Then you'll understand

Fences and Senses

I ventured to the fence
Full of light and love
To see and sense
Wearing mist like a glove

I climbed, shrouded in fear
Pulled to that world
You were always near
Your spirit unfurled

I painted you in oil
A canvas of grey
Became a golden foil
Still vibrant today

Back, no longer cold
Two worlds borne
Stronger, more bold
No longer torn

Photograph by Adele Fouche, https://www.facebook.com/adele.fouche.12, with thanks.

The Glorious Twelfth

Of your victims
I smelt your murder
Sticking to my nostrils
That putrid, filthy conscience

That you wiped off
With her blood
Expelled
With that sound

The speed of sound
Her child
They screamed
Together in death

Your ego
Caught up with your pulse
As you painted Belfast
A mural to the unjust

Ode to a Night in a Gale

Ode to a night in a gale

Bluster
Swirling dreams
Of the dead
Pulling at my seams

Night into day
Just leave me alone
Calling me
Gnawing the bone

I wronged you
Living in my head
That's my life
Memories to shred

Allow me to breathe
This will be right
Taunt me tomorrow
Not this night

Imagine

Imagine

Imagine, you and I against the world
Two destinies unfurled

Imagine, two became one
A life of love and fun

Imagine, souls on fire
Affection, passion, desire

Imagine, hearts entwined
Love, forever defined

Imagine, imagine, your inner eye
A love story, you and I

Sand June

A day to remember the fallen and those that served, D Day, 6th June 1944.

On, on, in to sand and fire
Together, alone, cold and dire
I called for you, on that beach
Beside me, but out of reach

I would never hold you
In my heart, I knew
Still, I ran, faster, to the fight
Someone has to remove this blight

My unborn child, never seen
What joy you would have been
For you, my last breath
Hope lives through my death

As I fall for you
I ask a small thing that you do
Remember me, live a good life
Be kind, always, avoid strife

Wise

Astrud Gilberto

How insensitive
I must have seemed
When she told me that she loved me
How unmoved and cold
I must have seemed
When she told me so sincerely 

Why she must have asked
Did I just turn and stare in icy silence
What was I to say
What can you say
When a love affair is over

Now she's gone away
And I'm alone
With a memory of her last look
Vague and drawn and sad
I see it still

All her heartbreak in her last look
Why, she must have asked,
Could I just turn and stare in icy silence
What was I to do
What can one do
When a love affair is over

True that.....

“Words are easy, like the wind; Faithful friends are hard to find.” ― William Shakespeare

Incertus Purbecks

It is a while since I have published on here.

This poem is personal. It is about how differently I look at things now, compared to my previous experiences.

I always had a knack of seeing the minutest detail and the tiniest bit of beauty; in nature and in people. I had become a bit deskilled. I went out today to practice, with a certain reticence. Incertus - uncertain.

Incertus Purbecks

On the ground

Spring in my step

I saw all of you

Tasted, felt, smelt

Every detail

Osmosis, absorbed

Open eyes

Open heart

I came again

Today

Battered, belittled, blind

Still, I searched for you

In a Purbeck meadow

Salt in my nostrils

Salt in my wounds

Bowed

Fruitless

Except, I knew

You were there

Over the next hill

I will find you 

Succour

Colour

Light

Open my grey eyes

Head high

Nature of mine

See nature of yours

And then I saw this....The photograph is unedited.