Tuesday 23 April 2013

"Unheard"

Into the vast, dark silence,

I scream.

Does anyone hear?

Does anyone even care

at all?

Thursday 18 April 2013

"Pure Love"

broken friendships

broken families

broken dreams

not through any lack

of love


unspoken words

of love

pure love


reach out

communicate

there is no lack

of love

"Crystal"


months and years
of crystal tears
and shattered dreams

"Some Say, But I Write On"

you do write a lot about

feelings

why write so much about

almost too much about

feelings

your feelings


you're being sentimental

you're being over-sensitive

you're being selfish

obsessive

embarrassing

by writing about your feelings

"Emotions"

it's just those

quiet moments

brief

between daily activities

when emotions

so intense

overwhelm me

all over again

Monday 15 April 2013

"Emotional Pain"

overwhelming emotions

sorrow so deep

my entire body aches

more than aches

hurts

from this emotional pain


wounds so deep


disturbed sleep


overwhelming emotions

held inside

for too long

now released

"Child"

She is heartbroken,

this little girl,

sobbing in my arms.


I hold on tight,

so tight,

to my inner child.

"Reliving"

reliving childhood trauma:

images, vivid;

emotions, intense and current;

comforting my sobbing inner child,

who comforts me

Saturday 13 April 2013

"Pure Faith" (shorter version of poem)

beyond tear-stained Biblical passages -

crucifixes, now stored in drawers -

pure faith remains

"Pure Faith"

beyond tear-stained Biblical passages -

crucifixes, now stored in drawers -

pure faith remains


too complex -

or perhaps too simple -

to be confined by "rules"


silently,

this young girl prays -

here, in the fullness of an empty church -

in the spiritual fullness of a church,

where she feels closer than ever to

her gods

Friday 12 April 2013

"Something Missing"

I had waited for that chapter.

I was on edge -

yet, enjoying parts.

Then, they ripped the final pages

of that chapter

from the book:

told me just to carry on,

or I would never reach the end.

I try,

although the story

doesn't really make

much sense.

And I want them back -

those vital pages -

the ones that were torn out.

"Fancy Dress" (inspired by Daphne du Maurier's "Rebecca")

Finely orchestrated, yet so cruel.

Does each of us have our own

version of

the Manderley fancy dress ball?


We start out with innocent,

childish excitement -

yet, too soon, learn the hardest lesson of all -


feel the world becoming hostile,

and cruel. So very cruel.


Did all of us, at one time, long to have

a fancy dress ball, held "in our honour"?


Make the drummer announce me, Clarice.

You know, how they do.

Monday 8 April 2013

"White Light"

white light

my vision

enclose me

protect my fragile mind

my shattered spirit

tonight


I need to make it through

this time of

spiritual darkness

need to believe

to know in my heart

that this world really can be

even now be

made right again

made right finally

can be immersed in

the pure white light

that is unity and understanding

that is eternal

universal love