In the tracery of lichen,
in the cracks between the whole,
the truth of you remembered,
etched eternal in my soul.
Long years have slowly weathered
all the memories I knew,
yet stone retains the language
of love, of loss, of you.
There’s that point, when you realise you’ve got a problem that isn’t going to fix itself, when you know you have to take responsibility, and the blame.
That’s when you think: Why can’t it be Pumpkin or Lemon Meringue instead of Humble?
I was his universe,
but now I’m old,
and youth shines in you,
will you love him more than I?
I named him after Merlin,
A Mothers choice, for wisdom,
so I ask you,
Are you trying to steal my Mer, maid?
They’ll say I didn’t do enough, after the fact, those non-believers.
Omens and portents passed them by, relying on their GPS to guide.
Into the world I sent,
the box of blue,
fish fingers and custard,
for those with wit to see.
a heart dissolved in rich, red wine.
An empty home,
a memory lost,
the seasons circling endlessly.
The maelstroms’ eye,
each fallen leaf,
a spider spinning her new web.
All is louder still,
than this endless,
Funny how a name can be validation or condemnation. I hadn’t even met her, but her presence overwhelmed my world. It got so bad I learnt to talk only about the absolute necessities. Compared to the dead, I spoke less than she.
I cannot dial the phone
longing to hear
a voice gone silent
waking after dreams
the melody lingers
I face reality
a single life
I can only sing the tune remembered
It is never what you expect – a leaky tap that needs repair,
causing my insides to spill out,
stabbing my heart,
shaking my hands as frustration boils over.
He is not here, he never will be again.
The shower as pain catalyst.
© ceenoa 26/5/2014
A classic story, lives spun around
a world a whirl
a boy and girl
the day is long, but moments short
an itch to soothe
a rock to move
decisions loom, like hydra heads
a choice to make
a road to take
I’m feeling pretty happy right now – because of this lovely post on the Gargleblaster blog:
And because it’s my birthday, and because this one made me smile, I’m awarding a hitchhiker’s prize this week! It goes to Claudette, a newbie who missed the grid, but linked to her poem Gaia and Luna in the comments. Her poem is a little tongue-in-cheek and a lot social commentary.
Gaia, earthbound beauty, bathed all in light speaks softly to Luna, her pale sister of night “I’ve a horrible feeling all over my skin I’ve just heard of Humanity, can you look and see, if something hideous is crawling on me?”
Congrats, Claudette, and welcome to yeah write! There’s a snazzy badge for you over there to the left.