Forgotten Is Me

From where I now sit, I can gaze 
Upon trees and their time withered bows,
And their too fickle leaves.
Alone as I am, abandoned
And free from the burden of family,
Forgotten is me.

From where I now sit, I can hear
Voices sing to the highest of heavens,
Causing sweet tones to ring.
Bereft as I am, no friendship
To see with an oft quiet outlook,
Forgotten is me.

From where I now lay, all about
Is the dark with the shadows of mourning,
And a life empty heart.
At peace now I am, no future
Will be for this lost and unloved,
Forgotten is me. 

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Travel

And so she took my hand and said,
“Come take to the air with me,
Why rest your head, and stay in bed,
When we could fly and be free?”
But with a sigh, I don’t know why,
I turned and spurned her plea,
“Flying in the morning light,
Is not for likes of me”.

So then she shook my arm and said,
“Come travel the roads with me,
We’ll see the fields, the farmers yield,
And see what creatures see.”
But with a scowl, a surly growl,
I hid beneath the sheets,
“It’s far too far to walk the roads,
And who knows who’d we meet?”

So then she kissed my head and said,
“Come take to the sea with me,
We’ll see the ships, the waves that whip,
The dolphins in their glee.”
But with a moan, to be alone,
I bid her let me rest,
“Such cold and wet and fright’ning yet,
We’d be swept out to the west.”

And so she bid farewell to me,
And travelled near and far,
I often think aloud and say,
“I wonder where you are?
Upon the sea, on hidden roads,
Or up above the clouds?”
But all is said with sweet regret,
I wish I’d travelled now. 

Forbidden Dream

It has been a long time, but I have been lucky enough to work with another talented poet on a collaboration. This one went back and forth, a verse at a time, and we came up with the piece you see below. I hope you like it. Please visit Kat’s blog to read more of her work.

You hugged me in my dream last night,
Warm and protecting, it felt so right.
The night before I couldn’t meet your eyes,
You frowned at me, at my undignified cries.
My weaknesses in my awoken self show desperation for some admission,
Some form of written evidence to rid the numbing of rejection.

You fit my arms so well last night,
I held you so close, I held you so tight.
The night before I got lost in your eyes,
I did not want your protests, I wanted your sighs.
My assurances of your awaking self called delicately for desire,
A way to show you in my deeds that to your passion I aspire.

You softly spoke in my dream last night,
Your voice in my subconscious so consistent.
The night before I felt invisible,
You shrouded me from existence.
Do my words scare you to silence or do they boost your ego from their wanting?
Are you protecting me from your desires? Your ignorance feels so assaulting.

You responded to my words last night,
A sweetly kindled fire slow revealing.
I brought you forth from hiding shadows,
No more to stay in darkness all concealing.
Your craving need expressed with words but skin and flesh speaks message clearer.
The rising heat from untamed lust causes one response; I must be nearer.

You sent waves of electricity through my dream last night,
As your body blanketed mine.
Your imaginary skin glistening with beads of sweat,
As our limbs began to intertwine.
Must you keep on trespassing on my dreams like this and encourage an act so forbidding?
My mind confusing reality and fantasy, creating a bitter heart so unforgiving.

You sparked the charge of dancing fire last night,
As you gave your body to me.
You opened as a flower would bloom,
And showed in deeds what passion should be.
I know no other way of allowing this desire that we know cannot be granted.
So in our dreams I make my intentions clear, with reality supplanted.

You kissed my desperate lips with a purpose last night,
A bitter sweet lasting goodbye.
Many times we’ve rehearsed this scene before,
But this is the last time I want to cry.
You guided me out of the shadows, I can now feel the excruciating pain.
Of no more trying to hold onto a dream, your heart I can never selfishly retain.

You kissed me with your desperate lips last night,
But I also tasted your tears.
The final scene we endlessly live through,
A culmination of our fears.
You granted me a glimpse of heaven, of what we might have been,
But oh alas, this world must win, no more must we live our dream.

Instant High

Faithful readers,
A follower of mine wanted to post a poem. However, they felt it too personal, and too revealing, for their own blog so asked if they may use mine as a platform for their, frankly brilliant, words.
Please have a read of this one, and as you normally do, give all your support and encouragement. Any comments you care to leave I will pass onto the author. Please note, this is not MY piece, but all copyright statements etc. still stand. (Sorry to be a bit serious, but, you know, plagiarism isn’t cool). Thank you.

Instant high
Then an Instant down
The biggest grin
Then the anxious frown
An emotion that no one can take away
But the person who started it and gave it away
The pumping of blood, that instant hit
It’s incredible, the power in a few words, the heart is lit.
The electricity sent out, the ecstasy within
A rare connection between me and him.
But all of a sudden that link explodes into two
When there’s another nearby, not just him and you.
The shock waves reverberate from the mind to the soul
The reality bites back sending you back to the hole
Of anxiety and fear, of the love switching to another
So hard to not think about them, so hard to recover.
The evening goes by, the imagination expands
Is it her heart now in his hand?
Our little ways, our own memories we make
Are they creating better ones? Will ours smash and break?
The love they make, the moments they share
Showing each other in different ways they care
A kiss on the lips, a hug as they meet
Linking arms as they walk like a couple down the street
A stroke of her hair, a joke in his ear
A private moment no one can hear
But just the two of them in their own little bubble
In a booth now sharing a kiss and a cuddle.
The evening draws near to the end, now it’s night
They share more drinks whilst I’m falling from a great height
Imagining the content of the conversation going on
I’m gradually losing, knowing she’s won.
The night has ended, where do they go now?
Back to hers, what will she allow?
Lying naked together the passion has ignited
I feel like throwing up, I feel so frightened.
He’s lost deep inside her, forgotten about me
He’s looking deeply into her eyes,
What does he see?
A beautiful soul, an amazing creature
Sitting on top of him with her heavenly features
Slim, young and ripe, so perfect, so magic
She’s worth giving me up, this ending is so tragic
But inevitable as I’ve always predicted
How your love for me has now obviously shifted
To a good person who will make you happy and free
Of the guilt laid upon you when you were with me
And the fear and anxiety of me leaving you
Has now disappeared, and the memories will fade too.
Your life shall continue, more time you spend together
You and her, perhaps together forever?
Me and you?
It was always a never.

If…

These words kind of fell out of me tonight. The very first sentence was what triggered it, and as happens a lot, the rest just… Flowed. I hope you like it.

If I listened to the wine,
I’d pick up the phone,
Your voice would be soothing
To hear.
But that way lies sorrow
And things for tomorrow
So for now I’ll just sit
And cry here.

If I trusted the music,
I’d think love was real,
And not a cruel promise
That broke.
And the pain that did follow
With a heart made so hollow
Would not echo with words
Never spoke.

If the clocks could run backwards,
I’d start all anew,
Not make the mistakes that
Were made.
I’d inhale and I’d swallow
All my plans of tomorrow
For no future is too bright
To fade.

I Remember

My muse, my long lost stranger, seems to have remembered where I live and now has decided to visit again. This one came from just one sentence, and flowed from there. One of the joys I get from writing is when that happens. I hope you like it.

I remember how they danced,
Unknowing view from way on high;
The secret see of lovers grace,
With tears of sorrow on my face,
And all about this haunted place,
I remember how they danced.

I remember how they laughed,
Such painful sound within my ears;
Dark joy of lovers seen below,
With me above where they don’t know,
To spy upon this love sick show,
I remember how they laughed.

I remember how they kissed,
A wicked dagger to my heart;
The fates conspire with nought that’s fair,
While I alone can sit and stare,
To see old lover standing there,
I remember how they kissed.

I remember how we kissed,
And how we laughed at all the world;
Forever was our time in space,
My only vision your sweet face,
And though another takes my place,
I remember how we danced.

Blue Day

Well, it’s been FAR too long since my last post. A combination of missing muse, no time, and no energy has made it very hard to write. I’ve finally managed to create something new. I hope you like it.

Now nought but dreams
Where once you lay,
A shadowed form revealed in
Sheets that greet me
At the end of day.

Five summers now
Have cast their glow,
Since future closed to all my
Dreams and dammed the
Joy in life’s sweet flow.

In dust and shade
I see your steps,
To follow through our once proud
Home and find the
Box where treasure kept.

For me no more
A life with you,
Such time we shared is all that’s
Left to soothe me
When the day turns blue.