PICTURES
July 23, 2007
(April 2002)
No picture to remind me
Of your dimensions
You start to fade
As I desperately cling to your memory
I’m fighting a losing battle
Your body tall? short?
You were tall in heart
I remember looking up to you
Your arms strong? weak?
Strong, I remember them holding me
As if you would never let me go
Even though you let go from everything
Your face smirking? crying?
That’s what shook me
Your mouth was a permanent smile
Yet your eyes were apparently crying.
No picture to remind me
Of the laughs we enjoyed together
The times we had
The friendship we shared
But your dark and mysteriously beautiful
Eyes
Intensely meeting mine
Will never fade
As will you
From my heart
Forever entwined in my soul
Like a vividly accurate
Picture.
THE SWAN
July 23, 2007
(26/5/2001)
The day I saw it, it was rainy and drearful
Mirrored my feelings of that day
She used to be full of laughter and joy
Kept the family together, through everything
But now she is silent, although her voice is still
Strong in my mind
We brought her up the hill, which used to be full of playful children
Now full of mourners following the box she didn’t deserve
Her grandsons, they took the box from the men,
One, my brother, only fourteen, aged with grief
This wasn’t supposed to happen, she was too strong
Or was she?
At the church, they asked me to say a poem
I stood up determined, even though it was the end of the world as I knew it
I break down with my family’s tears
But conquer and complete the poem
The poem praised her, but i just wanted to scream
“Why did you go?”
We brought her to the graveyard and I noticed the hole
Freshly dug awaiting its new lodger
The priest prayed, but the sun started to shine
The glistening, gleaming lake started to heat
The swan, came out of nowhere, looking mighty and magical.
It was God’s way of welcoming her
I suppose
THE AUTHOR AND THE MUSE
July 23, 2007
(17/11/2003)
I could bring a lamp,
Let the light help you to understand,
This book you are finding hard.
With my help, you’d get to the end.
I could turn the pages, read out loud,
Explain new words, dogear brilliant paragraphs.
You must decide the plot, the course
You must develop the story with your heart.
I could even tell you the way I want it to end
But you must digest the words in your mind
Careful!
Don’t absorb them till they reach your soul
Your love will write the ending.
I hope I’m there to read it.
CONFUSION
July 23, 2007
(22/5/2001)
Not knowing who? what? where? or how?
Or knowing and not understanding why?
Many things in life, love and mind
Confuse us
Not knowing the people you love
Or knowing and being afraid to open up and reveal
Those, the people that Could love you back,
Confuse us
Not knowing the way out of a certain situation
Or knowing and not having the skills to achieve it
Lead us to things we wouldn’t normally dream of doing because they
Confuse us
Confusion is a fall back, an excuse, not a reason
Because if we look deep within our hearts
We will know, and yet the heart is one of the many things that
Confuse us
Or does it?
DREAMS
July 23, 2007
(1/6/2001)
While in a silent, soothing slumber
A vision comes to me like a bee to a flower
Visions of far away places and far away people
Where I can stop, escape and lose myself in joy
Images and sounds blur together like an unsolved puzzle
That only I can understand
But when I wake is again a mystery
FRIENDSHIP
July 23, 2007
(06/12/2001)
Friendship is like a radient, red rose
Given the right trestment, careful handling
And love
It can blossom to its glorious beauty
Give it a watering of trust, it will grow
Feed it with nutritious loyalty, it will eat
Grant it the bewildering light of love, it will shine
Let it breathe honesty it will develop
Sometimes a rose of friendship can die
The trust can stop pouring
The nutritious loyalty can dry out
Love can be cast over by the dark cloud of hate
The air of honesty can be poisoned with lies
And the blossom of friendship can wither and die
However, if friendship blossoms to its radient, red glory
It can live for eternity
In the gardener’s eyes, in the gardener’s soul,
In the gardener’s heart
It will grow forever.
