The Memory Lane…

“I wish we could choose which memories to remember and which to forget”

Deep inside my heart I was waiting for this day

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Austerity (another casualty)

The Rising Sun at Beeding
is closed and shuttered now
But the stained glass sign outside still hangs
with dignity somehow

Tears

Saline expressions

of ancient grief

crystalline drops

quiver

rest briefly

before slow roll down

this time

this time
I won’t let
your soul fall
into the sadness
you feed

this time
I won’t let you
hurt yourself
as I watch
you bleed

A fall from grace III

I found it on the high tide line
after a night of fire
the grand old lady of the sea
destroyed by spite and ire
Never proved but always known
her final hours presumed
the work of arsonists with flame
the pier now lost, consumed

Reaching for the Stars?

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What makes us feel the desire to reach for the stars
To strive to better, to be more than others believe
Are we endowed with a flawed desire for adventure
Or is it a life test that we give more than we receive.

Jimmy’s Coming Home Today

Jimmy’s coming home today

His mother knows her boy is on his way

She cleans the room where he used to stay

The Last Round

He ducked straight into the punch

His eye socket badly damaged

His brain smashed into his skull

His nose flattened against his face

A Wasted Day

A wasted day, what can I say,
to be productive was not my way.
A rest, a stop, a nap, a talk,
a glance at the clock, but no where to walk.

A wasted day, what can I say,
with no energy, no not even to play.
A drift to the kitchen for a cup of tea
and a glance out the window to see.

In the After

What somebody said –

And, oh how we laughed –

Was the turning point’

The point of no-return,

Looked only like so much

Dust on the highway;

Lonely Prison

Locked in a tower of sadness
She closed her heart in darkness
Her love chained by strong metal
There was no view of a petal

Tears

Do you love me sad

Fond of my tears

Silence

 

Words can’t tell

About the torture I get

As if hell

Silencing my words

Shutting all doors

As if burying my soul

A Broken Umbrella

We’ll dance a waltz in the rain.
Let
the twirling raindrops breeze past us
And the lovely patters sing.

We’ll grow our roses in the rain.
Let
the soothing winds fondle our creation
And blooming petals rise.