Sunday, 27 July 2014

To call







All I've been able to do this week

is get up,

and go through the motions

of each day.

I'm struggling to find the words,

even here.

When they usually drop ~

like honey from a spoon.

Suffice to say that it's been

a horrendous week,

and for privacy's sake  I'll say no more on the matter.

Then God steps up to the plate,

and does what He does everyday ~

strips away those feelings of

being totally alone

and sends someone dependable

across your path.

When that person says *call me,*

and you know you will because they really mean it.

So you weave through the hours

and the moon seems beautiful again

because someone

told

you

to

call


Sunday, 20 July 2014

To soar







Life ,

affecting me

with so many emotions this week,

they weaken me.

Battling through

( as ever )

I focus on the beauty.

Catching the sunbeams

when they finally arrive ~

indulging my passions

for neon cafe lights

and always striving

for that one perfect photo.

Looking at the houses
on our road
the ones that host
a thousand stories

longing to escape the
concrete
and run to the
ever waiting sea.

If this universe could
give me wings
today
I would
fly
away



Saturday, 12 July 2014

The things that matter





We woke,

went into the garden

to have our coffee.

I imagined I could smell the sea.

Like the heroine in

the book,

Rebecca.



Hastings,
California,

worlds apart

yet filling my senses with the

smell of salt and the memories

I made in these places.


How quickly this life flashes past,
and memories come
out of nowhere,

perhaps just from a word,
that someone said.

Dear readers
do I weary you?
I've deleted three blogs now.


And yet,
I still wish
that you
can smell the sea
with me


Sunday, 6 July 2014

Paper, book, pencil






Day opened,

three clouds

and the stillness that comes

with summer.

Looking out the window

I saw the galloping hills

and knew that

the sea was there,

beyond them.

Now

it's night

and it's as if the world has stood still.

My paper,

book and pencil lie still

on the kitchen table

and I

am

the

richer

for

it

Saturday, 21 June 2014

Loving you







Loving you,

was like discovering the moon

when

I

thought

I'd

learned

the

Heavens

by

heart

Saturday, 14 June 2014

Swimming in the stars




It's nice,

this being back.

Here,

my world can fill

with fairy dust and dreams

and music at 6:00 am.

The sharp edges of life

are softer somehow

as my words fall

softly,

softly, onto the waiting page.

These last days

( it seems )

have been spent avoiding the storm,

trying to hold our heads

upwards to the sky.

This week,

someone took the time

to tell me

I smelled beautiful,

like I just stepped out of the shower.

How precious ,

when kind words come.

Like swimming,

in  stars

Saturday, 7 June 2014

Nothing's changed







I'm still here,

the days melting into nights

the stars still shining

in the Heavens.

My pen was dry

but yesterday

the weather was so soft

and warm I picked it up again.

The longing for travel

( and the lack of freedom to do it )

confuses me.

I always need that sense of home,

of security

but my feet and heart get itchy for something new,

somewhere were I can leave a glass

with my lipstick stain on it,

just to say;

once,

I was here.