Posted in In Dedication...

I See You…

In dedication to the one I love ❤

They say ‘She walks in beauty’,

Truer words were never spoken,

For I cannot take my eyes off of her.

Strong and proud she steps,

Shoulders sure, steady gait,

I watch her as I wait.

Her simple soul loves the rain,

Her wondering eyes cast a benediction,

Raised skyward, speaking in a subtle diction.

I can see her move towards me,

Brown eyes alight with mischief and love,

And the welcome in her smile that I can never get enough of.

Gentle and warm, strong and kind,

She holds my heart captive in mid-flight,

A willing moth drawn to her unwavering light.

©Ruth.P 2017

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Posted in In Dedication...

As The Bus Leaves…

In dedication to the one I love ❤

Wet roads shine

Leaving no imprint behind

Of the wheels that turn

Overlaying the footprints of my heart

As it leaves these shores

Swept away on a tide of circumstance

A case of mere happenstance

But one that rends in two a living pulse

One to stay and one to go

Both to live a half life

Until they meet again.

©Ruth.P 2017

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Posted in Beginnings...


The voices in my head

Feed on the music in my ears

Untill all that remains is the sound of my own voice

Streaming from an empty throat

Screaming raw in the silence

Unable to fill the well that remains

Void of all the good it should hold

The air heavy with all the un-good that floats

Careless and carefree from ear to ear

Turning once happy music to a dirge.

We come full circle

The voices are silent

And only sound remains.

Posted in Poems - A Collection of Expressions

I See You…

Take my hand

You who reach out from amidst the deep shadow

The dark undergrowth parting reluctantly around your pale palm


Leached of all hope

This, your attempt, a surge of life unwilling

To be overlooked, avoided, forgotten


It is but a dot

A single unremarkable spot amidst the darkness that shines

Almost too brightly, as though lit with a fervence to outdo your

Good heart.

Ruth. P. – 2016 ©

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Posted in The Wandering Mind

In The In-Between 

Sometimes, all I want to do is write,

Every little thought in my mind’s sight,

All the little things I ever did or said,

From sun-up till I go back to bed.

Sometimes all I want to do is hurt for a while,

Chase every little shadow born from a smile,

But I lack inspiration,

And my mind’s too tired for concentration.

I do not hope or dream of another life,

I don’t want to add more to this one’s strife,

The loss of this one would bring that to life,

Balanced as it is on the edge of a knife.

I keep on walking when I want to lie down,

I keep on hoping though the world spins around,

I know that I feel frustration,

But that is why this is my confession.


Ruth. P. – 2016 ©

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Posted in Poems - A Collection of Expressions

Silent Symphonies

There is something contemplative about rain-clouds

Dark and solemn they rest on an invisible hierarchy

Though visible by day, at night they merge

Into the everlasting vastness of a deeper universe.


With flash and rumble they stand

Nature’s band, a cellist’s thrumming melody

Yet, more beautiful are the silent symphonies

The wild and vibrant heart of an elemental orchestra.


It howls, it whips, it builds, it strikes

The playful wind that heralds it’s path

Neither wisp of cloud nor tumbling bush

Remain where they were at journey’s start.


For all its loud, wide bluster though

The first raindrop but gently falls

It’s silence a contrast against the sound and show

Though it’s siblings follow with clamoring calls.


‘Tween cloud and earth these raindrops fall

Each seeded from the vast gray above

Those silent Masters of the Skies

Give generously where’er manan would.


© Ruth P. – 2016

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Posted in The Wandering Mind

A Dream Story

It is not often that I dream

A series of images floating

Through my unconscious mind

Making little to no sense

Or maybe repeating a tale

A book or movie clip

That I watched recently

Or never saw at all

As if dreams could also

Draw from things like

Deja vu or premonition

ESP or another rendition

Of the fanfiction I read the other day

Or perhaps a childhood nightmare

That I never remember anyway

When by the light its chased away

To another dimension, time or space

Leaving me free to delve again

Back into the madness

Of the dream I forgot

Memory clinging to remanents

Of the imprint it left behind.

© Ruth P. – 2016

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