Tag: Love

My Mother

My Mother

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Where are you now, my mother?
Was death the end you wanted,
Or does the pain of leaving
Echo still beyond the grave?
Where did you go, my mother?
My briny tears have yet to
Fill the aching void where once
Your life sang oh! so brightly.
Why did you leave, my mother?
You were taken in the night.
So many things I never
Had the chance to share with you.
Where are you now, my mother?
Did you ever know the love
I carry still but could not
Say the words to give to you?
South London

South London

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Day 24 of 30 Days of Poetry

Florence + The Machine performing on stage at the O2 Arena, London
Florence + The Machine on stage at the O2 Arena, 22 Nov 2018
I sit on high,
People drift like snow
Against the stage,
Covering the silence
With the murmur
Of myriad voices.

Noise swells like the ocean,
Breaks. Exultation!
Cries like a million gulls
Greet the performers.

Excitement rises
Beneath our wings
And we soar!
High as hope, high on love.

I blink away the tears,
Pulled to my feet
By the lure of the music.
Spellbound I sway,
Thought replaced by feeling.

We hold hands, we embrace,
We share the love,
We share the hope.
The music plays us
And we are filled
By its beauty.
Family Ties

Family Ties

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Day 17 of 30 Days of Poetry

A photo of a middle-aged woman with red hair and a warm smile
"Just let it go," is what they said,
"Don't store it up inside your head."
But even though the memories hurt,
To bury them beneath the dirt
Would be to lose a vital part
And risk you fading from my heart.

So I would rather face the pain
Of never seeing you again
If that's the price I have to pay
For thinking of you every day.
I only hope that I can be
The kind of mum you were to me.
She Sits Alone and Thinks

She Sits Alone and Thinks

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Day 16 of 30 Days of Poetry

Here we are, on the homeward leg. Past the halfway point now and heading to the finish line. I’m enjoying this writing prompt I came up with very much. Who knows what December might bring: keep an eye out!

A single poppy, flat as if it has been pressed and preserved, lying across a neutral background
She sits alone and thinks of days
Old voices echo in her ears
While feelings light upon her face
Then fall among the dust of years

She sits alone and thinks of one
An empty space within her heart
Reminds her of a time far gone
A promise that was torn apart

She sits alone and thinks of now
Of all that she's seen come to pass
Of when she used to dream of how
Her beau would come back to his lass

She sits alone and thinks of him
The news that broke confirmed her fears
That fate would snatch him on a whim
Her smile is brittle through her tears
My Autumn Sun

My Autumn Sun

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autumn sun

Through cold and lonely winter’s night
I dream of far-off days of light
My empty arms embrace the shell
Of hope: I dare not break the spell

Then half-imagined drumbeat pulse
Announces spring, quick buds convulse
And swell, life’s tempo on the rise
I dance beneath these wider skies

My summer days fly quickly past
On sunlight wings too hot and fast
That leave no more than briefest trace
A flash of smile upon a face

And now in fall, my passion spent
Though on my own, I lie content
The long slow light of autumn sun
Keeps warm the heart that you have won