Sunday, 24 August 2014

Fill the room with silver






When the words fade,

like summer,

there's a melancholy in the veins.

Because what am I without them?

The room fills with silver

and no matter how hard I try,

I can't grasp anything .

The melody of the music is too thin.

August it seemed,

pulled down all the notes from the trees in

one fell swoop.

I keep telling myself

the piano,

is

not

firewood

yet.




Sunday, 10 August 2014

If



After all this is over

when we have found each other

once more

we will rejoice.

We will look ,

we will see the love

in our eyes

and know~

that not one teardrop

was wasted.

We will take the sadness

and breathe it back

as

love

and

hope ~

If.





This, for my darling husband who has bipolar disorder
and has been chronically ill for three weeks
( but was a little better yesterday :)




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