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Frozen Moment #12

I shocked myself

The day I forgot you

Then I remembered

That I was supposed to.

 

© Ruth P. – 2016

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About a Birthday

What a grand day is this!!

Hearken all ye who know,

Come gather in great numbers,

Be it rain, sun or snow.

A day of celebration,

Fun, laughter and great joy,

Good wishes and blessings collect,

Each one at a time.

 

But, just remember that it may not be,

The wish of them for whom you sing;

That quiet lover of heartfelt whispered thoughts,

That remain long after laughter’s echoes ring.

 

© Ruth P. – 2016

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A Labyrinth of Mirrors

Sometimes I turn to speak a thought
A random, dreaming utterance
Born from the flitting pieces of my mind
As natural a movement as any I’ve learnt
Over these years of my life
But as I turn and see this empty space
My mind stutters to a stop
Those random thoughts that I had herded
Break formation, scatter, and are lost
Fleeing from the blooming surprise
A renewed sense of disbelieving shock
And I wonder if this is how it will be
Through all the years that lie ahead of me
This turning and stopping
This crashing of impulse
This re-learning of old loss
This renewal of hurtful sorrow
The wounds are filled and healing now
No more blood flows from them
And yet, the new skin is tender
The ache is still fresh.
No memory will be lost in the years to come
So much I am sure of, having experienced it before
But it is these darts I fear,
Flying sharp and true
Right through all defenses
Not hurting the body, but the mind is black and blue.
This assurance I do have
Whatever the future may bring or be
There’ll be no lack for hope
No recourse to “wait and see”

No matter the time or change

I will always be, strongly, Me.

 

© Ruth P. – 2016

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‘Answer’, a swear in plain sight — Sentence first

Some familiar words have etymologies right in front of us yet apt to stay hidden. Breakfast breaks a fast: the vowels disguise it effectively. Remorse is ‘biting back’, your conscience gnawing at you. Semicolon is a folk etymology of samey colon, on account of its resemblance to the other mark. OK, I made that one […]

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Glance, But Once More…

Turn back!
Oh you who walked away
See what you left behind
No sorrow or tears will you find
Neither restless roving nor anger
No wistful longing for things past
No yearning after you, at last
There is none of those things here
No space was allowed them to grow
They were ripped up as seedlings
And burned long ago
You who walked away, now see
Look back and you will find
A calmness, steady as a mountain’s roots
A purpose growing like a creeper’s vine
A watchful wait for your return
A hopeful trust continually mined.

 

© Ruth P. – 2016

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Posted in The Wandering Mind

Bubbles in the Deep

Help! Help me scream!
Help me take apart the night!
Help me let these voices out,
Before they rip me up inside.

 

They’re in my throat
They’re in my head
I’d really like to get them out because
They’re every thought I’ve left unsaid.

 

I stamp my foot, I gnash my teeth
Like some maddened savage beast
Sadly it’s all still in my head
Tied down, like I am to my bed.

 

I am calm and jittery, turn by turn
The end is near, how do I learn!
To take up arms and drive them out
In some way that won’t leave me burnt.

 

The moment passes, I’m bereft
The loss is real, the journey swift
I do not pause to look back and see
Where the madness disembarked and left.

 

© Ruth P. – 2016

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Dark Beacon

There is something about the night

Cold and calm, a sea of light

Merely reflecting those heavenly orbs above

Not aspiring to those lofty heights.

 

Their splendour white, in twinkling array

Steals from breath a long drawn sigh

From human chests rise wishes old

From lupine hearts fond songs arise.

 

By land, by sea, through distant air

They call, a tugging primal call

Like moths, that to beacon’s luminescent light

Yearn to gain, though flight or crawl.

 

There is something about the night

Wide open spaces, calling, falling

Hide, Reveal, Fly, Freedom, Explore

At once a draw, at once a warning.

 

© Ruth P. – 2016

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True Lies and Hidden Meanings

Everyday I look to see
If maybe you have added me
Again, on this chatting forum
Whether or not our talks will go around

 

What I’d mainly like is for you to see
How I now feel about you leaving me
After months of laughter, shared voices and views
I want you to see how you left me confused

 

It’s not about confusion though
Lying took centre stage
Coz I’m not sure which part it is
That you’ve really played

 

Did you truly not want to leave?
Or was that a sham?
Thought I’d check again
You played me, you have

 

Three months you say you took
The Big Red Button to push
You said this day was coming
Whichever way you looked

 

I’ll accept that you left me
For my own good
I still count you as my friend
So believe you, I should

 

But what really hurts me is
The months of fun and laughter
You never even caught yourself
Before brushing on like none of it mattered

 

I don’t know why I’m writing this
There’s no point to it now
All I really want to know is
The truth of why you chose now to move on.

 

© Ruth P. – 2016

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Missing

You take away my smile
The days and nights are colder
Knowing you are gone
Leaving me without a shoulder


To lean on when I’m weary
To depend on to catch me
‘Cause though I’m stronger than I let on
I’ll always want you beside me.

 

© Ruth P. – 2016

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