I lept from the rock that was the
safety of you
and drowned in the ocean you wept
from your eyes
Yet all the while your heart kept on
while looking for somewhere new to be dry.
I vanished from sight and u noticed
yet you couldn’t see me
gasping for life
and all the while, your heart kept on
while waiting for someone new in your life.
My Golden man
Whose benevolent smile
Falls upon me,
Whose bleeding heart
Chooses to love me,
As long as I fit the bill.
Who places carefully prepared
Sweetmeats between my lips
And dances to music
In twisted sheets of stripes
Whispering unexpected promises
Whose sense and stability
Doused my wildfire
And held me safe
In his arms of knowledge.
So no one could touch me
With well worn feet
Busy elsewhere in life
Whose mended heart
Realises my baggage
Is too heavy to carry
Whose selfless loving
Was carefully learned
And perfectly executed
And I fell for it fully
Till push came to shove
And my idol fell, angry
And once shattered,
Inside the facade
Of manners and discipline
And strength and assurance
I saw him, scared and fragile,
Wide eyed with fear.
I will not show you
Tears drowning me inside
And I will not show you
My heart, hollowed, that died
And I will not show you
The rasping pain of every breath
And I will not show you
You un-loved me to death.
I stand on the edge of the oval,
I Watch a dad with his small son,
Kicking round the footy
And i wish i was with my mum.
Shes not too good at football
Or other boy type things.
But she’s all I’ve got now
Since my dad and my mum split.
She’s workin when im home
and works when I’m at school
My mum’s workin’ the triple shift
Doin hers & Dad’s work too.
The government cut its help,
and put her on the dole.
And now we’re both bogged down
in poverty’s black hole.
She’s workin’ all the hours,
When its light and when its dark.
And she never has the time now
To take me to the park.
Yeah, She works when I’m at home
And works when I’m at school
My mum’s doin’ the triple shift
Doin’ hers & Dad’s work too.
Life is pretty boring and
When my friends & I hang out,
There’s always someone calling us
Troubled, Lazy, Layabouts.
If we skate to pass the time
Waiting for parents to get home,
Our mum’s get blamed and criticised
for allowing us to roam.
But Mum’s workin’ the triple shift
There’s nothing more that she can do.
Yeah, Mum’s workin’ the triple shift
Doin’ hers & Dad’s job too.
Time is marching on,
It will not wait for me
I’ve fallen so far behind
that i cannot see
Any way to catch up
So I’ll just admit defeat.
Yet another promise
That I didn’t keep.
I will try not to get distracted reading other people’s words before I post my poem.
painting: Winslow Homer
I stand upon the life raft of my divorce –
A mast with no wind left in my sails.
Fleeing the destruction of our creation,
My only passenger, the guilt of my betrayal.
Skin on skin, the thinnest line of seperation.
We travelled, journey joined, but not together.
The acid of regret became our passage
And burned the strips we tore, to fall and float wherever.
I left you drowning as I floated to be grounded.
My survival had no room for wrong or right.
I closed my eyes to faith and saw a new horizon…
Blue and cream and green and blue and light.
I looked back and saw with clear perspective,
Our entanglement had strangled all our dreams.
I watched you find your feet, and a new direction,
While I was still tied up in knots of loss and grief
WOW I got nominated for a Liebster Award – that’s phenomenal – thankyou Mischievouseyezxxxx
1 My favourite food:
2 twitter or facebook:
Facebook – although I’m strangely attracted to the bird symbol of twitter.
3 favourite novel:
Four Fires by Bryce Courtney
4 who inspires me most:
A hard one… Writing related inspiration is definatey Dorothy Parker .
5 fave colour:
6 what did I want to be when I was young?
Be a teacher or make books/magazines
7 current fave song:
Elle King – Good to be a Man
8 what/who do I fear the most?
Something happening to my children
9 what’s the toughest dare I’ve ever been given & did I do it?
People don’t tend to dare me because I’m boringly sensible (and I wouldn’t do it).
10 the best thing I like about myself::
I’m able to make a joke no matter how bad the situation.
11 am I obsessed with my blog stats?
Haha – yes. 🙂 it’s also a great way to shortcut to the blogs of those who follow me.
1 How many times a week do you blog?
2 Poetry or Prose?
3 How long have you been writing? Why do you write?
4 What is the piece of your own writing you like most?
5 Have you travelled?
6 Have you any hobbies?
7 what do you want to accompish with your writing?
8 Are you character or plot driven?
9 Ispirational book?
10 Inspirational music?
11 What do you do with your life when your not writing?
Why didn’t I pick up my pen?
Turn the light on
And write it down then?