Somewhere,
in what others would call her fall from grace,
she found her freedom.
That choice was hers,
what others decide to remember,
is theirs.
The Universe calls us home,
and each of us will fall, from here to there,
and become more.
Look to the light,
believe in love,
remember in kindness.
Somewhere,
in what others should call her rise to grace
she exists in peace.
© ceenoa
Oh, Spring has sprung,
the sun does shine,
but I’m stuck inside,
and doing time.
I’ve got “the bug”,
in throat and head,
and backache’s forced me
out of bed.
I long to sit out in the sun,
looking at it’s not enough,
but I know that if I move,
I’ll stir up this hacking cough.
This too shall pass,
and it will be,
that soon you’ll spend,
some time with me!
Oh, Spring has sprung,
she shines so bright,
clear blue day skies,
crisp, sparkled nights.
I haven’t written much,
in such a long, long time,
I am not sure that I remember,
how to craft a rhyme.
Is it the rhythm of the words,
that lulls your brain to sleep,
that allows the nonesense that I write,
to not cause you to weep?
It’s like a swaying dance,
a dangle and a dip,
then a twirl around the floor,
being careful not to slip.
The pattern starts to form,
and words slowly start to flow,
it doesn’t have to make much sense,
as by now you surely know.
It’s the music that’s not played,
that lingers in the soul,
words implied, not spoken,
a simple, easy goal.
Tonight I listened to the rhythm,
I danced a little bit,
it’s no great piece of literature,
but a least I didn’t sit,
this
one
out.
© ceenoa
Yeah, you know I love this little “On This Day” thing on FB, and today it gave me this one from 3 years ago. Here is the link to the original post. It was great to read some of the nice comments left, and downright weird to read my responses – sometimes I just don’t feel that I type like me!.
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So yes, I’m size 20 – an incontrovertible fact,
I’m way past cuddly and curvy, so let’s just call me fat.
“She must be greedy and lazy, to let herself get to that size”,
they speak without understanding, one day they may realise.
It’s so much more than just eating – this chaos that lives in my brain,
compounded of joyful memories, and bottomless buckets of pain.
The food is only a symptom, of things I cannot control,
for though I am shattered and broken, once I was boundlessly whole.
I know it is not the real answer, to things that go “bump in the night”
but just for those few tiny moments, food makes some of it right.
I’ve searched for other solutions, but to food I keep coming back,
so look deeper than just my surface – my pain is displayed in my fat.
© ceenoa
i thought some thoughts and typed them,
here upon this screen,
and then I accidentally wiped them,
and now they are unseen!
© ceenoa
I may have mentioned once of twice my favourite FB feature – NO? Oh, well it is “on this Day” – and on this day in 2014 I wrote the following post. Strangely enough, today my FB feed has been full of posts of a similar nature; learning to be, living in the moment, being happy. The Universe does work in mysterious ways – and it pays to pay attention unless you want a kick up the backside.
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What does it all add up too?
the seconds of my life,
count them off in gratitude,
daughter, sister, mother, wife.
No number can ever tally,
the measure of our worth,
the answer is in living well,
each day upon the earth.
At eighteen
I sit with dreams of love
but no way to build the reality
the material has become redundant at 24
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One of my earliest poems – I still like it.
Facebook has one good feature – “On This Day”, and it’s reminded me why I’m feeling a bit …”off” … today. My original post can be found here.
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The dog takes me for a walk,
pulling against the leash,
strong and determined,
straining to break free.
We only walk in winter,
the dog and I,
weather grey and gloomy,
under short day skies.
My dog is black.
© ceenoa
Cards flicking silently
on an electronic screen
thoughts careening wildly
looping through my brain
no meaningful outcome
to either occupation
just time used
without solution
8/6/2017
I don’t normally do a lot of reposts, and not in so close succession – but I was tidying up my tags to remove double-ups and misspelling, etc (as you do), and stumbled upon this one. I read it and got a chill down my back, and I have learnt not to ignore those subtle signs, so I’m sharing it again. The original post can be found here.
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In the quiet of a winters day,
or zephyr breeze in spring,
in summer haze and autumn leaf,
the drop of rain, or growth of grass
in crunch of frost, the flow of sand
listen,
open mind and open heart,
and you will hear ,
the Universe is breathing.
© ceenoa
