There was a gulf between us
A chasm wide and deep
Eroded slowly through the years
Created by the sins we keep
But now there is a bridge
Where none appeared before
A structure delicate yet strong
Willed there from our very core
We were young and kindred spirits
Connected easily through song
Dancing to our very own soundtrack
Never thinking things could go wrong
But, we let the years slip by
Intent on living life
Fighting through the peaks and troughs
Honoring vows as man and wife
And then one day we found
That our souls had gone to sleep
Lulled into a numb submission
From wounds silent but going deep
Yet we were meant to be
You know it as I do
Two troopers bound for life
With hearts both bold and true
We'll meet there in the middle
Where we can feel once more
We'll fill the gulf with memories
And let our spirits soar
The music has restarted
Softly, yes, but there
A reminder of the beginning
Of just how much we care
So, hold tight the ride's not over
Not yet as far as I can tell
We have many years before us
So, let us live them well
An attempt to write a poem a day for a whole year... no guarantees on quality - just quantity!
A poem a day to keep brain rot away
Join me as I attempt to create a poem a day... whether awesome, bawdy, corny, dreadful, entertaining, fabulous, gross or hilariously hokey, I will try to string together everything from couplets to limericks - just for the fun of fiddling with words!
May 3rd, 2012
Today is quite a special day. I have actually reached the one year mark. I posted my first poem on May 3rd, 2011. I have had a great time doing this. It has basically become a habit and I don’t really want to stop. So, I am going to continue this thread because I have enjoyed it so much. It’s true that most of the poems were terrible. Some were good (or at least I thought so!) but mostly they were a reflection of something I either saw that day, thought of, felt or heard. In any case, I hope you have enjoyed the ride as much as I have. Here’s to letting the word out – come what may!
Showing posts with label life. Show all posts
Showing posts with label life. Show all posts
Wednesday, June 20, 2018
Monday, June 13, 2016
Don't let go
Don't let go.
How can you leave now?
When I've laid bare my soul
Grown before your eyes
You've changed me.
I cannot go back
Yet you won't be here
To cheer me on
You're in pain.
But is it still selfish?
I cannot judge
I'm too wrapped up in all that you are
Stay with me.
Physically... not just in my mind
Or plastered across my heart
Or seared into my soul
I love you.
And that will feed my pain
In the years to come
It will always be you
How can you leave now?
When I've laid bare my soul
Grown before your eyes
You've changed me.
I cannot go back
Yet you won't be here
To cheer me on
You're in pain.
But is it still selfish?
I cannot judge
I'm too wrapped up in all that you are
Stay with me.
Physically... not just in my mind
Or plastered across my heart
Or seared into my soul
I love you.
And that will feed my pain
In the years to come
It will always be you
Labels:
assisted dying,
euthanasia,
Jojo Moyse,
life,
love,
Me Before You,
poem,
poetry
Monday, March 28, 2016
Rushing forward
Life is changing quickly
No longer what it was
A maelstrom of emotion
Cascading with a buzz
Weeping all alone
For all that's yet to come
Knowing we're moving forward
With nowhere left to run
Gently now my angel
Let's not lose our way
We're more than half way there
So let's embrace this grey
No longer what it was
A maelstrom of emotion
Cascading with a buzz
Weeping all alone
For all that's yet to come
Knowing we're moving forward
With nowhere left to run
Gently now my angel
Let's not lose our way
We're more than half way there
So let's embrace this grey
Wednesday, June 10, 2015
Intent
I left a blank space waiting
To be filled at a future date
A space just white and calling
Like a clean and empty plate
I've now a twisted sense to share
Of motions gone awry
Of intent and fate ensnared
Leaving a coiled and knotted lie
To be filled at a future date
A space just white and calling
Like a clean and empty plate
I've now a twisted sense to share
Of motions gone awry
Of intent and fate ensnared
Leaving a coiled and knotted lie
Monday, May 18, 2015
Choices, choices, choices
Eliminate your stress
Let your soul feel only joy
As else your eyes won't see
This is fact, not a cruel ploy
You've chosen this silly path
Picked long before you came
Seeking some such wisdom
Eschewing wealth and fame
Now when darkness is falling
And the world is lit from within
You know that there's a reason
So, you must face it with a grin
Let your soul feel only joy
As else your eyes won't see
This is fact, not a cruel ploy
You've chosen this silly path
Picked long before you came
Seeking some such wisdom
Eschewing wealth and fame
Now when darkness is falling
And the world is lit from within
You know that there's a reason
So, you must face it with a grin
Saturday, January 31, 2015
No Regrets
Not often do I wish that I chose a different path
But sometimes if I let myself I see where I might have gone
It's a painful, silly exercise that leads nowhere except great pain
So, I shut that side of my mind to keep safe and sane
But sometimes if I let myself I see where I might have gone
It's a painful, silly exercise that leads nowhere except great pain
So, I shut that side of my mind to keep safe and sane
Thursday, December 4, 2014
Looking back
I fear that I've forgotten
How bold and brave I was
Back when I was just a youth
Following my very own laws
Now I look back and I see
A cautious, retiring frame
Someone more preoccupied
With living a life most tame
Is it that time marched on,
Leaving me wiser now?
Or is it the younger faces,
Cowing me by showing me how?
How bold and brave I was
Back when I was just a youth
Following my very own laws
Now I look back and I see
A cautious, retiring frame
Someone more preoccupied
With living a life most tame
Is it that time marched on,
Leaving me wiser now?
Or is it the younger faces,
Cowing me by showing me how?
Tuesday, August 19, 2014
Committed
You've made your vow
You're committed now
A family man
With a bigger plan
The wheel has turned
All others are spurned
You've made your nest
And we wish you the best
You're committed now
A family man
With a bigger plan
The wheel has turned
All others are spurned
You've made your nest
And we wish you the best
Monday, August 18, 2014
Go West
The fields were yellow and green
Under skies of blue
The landscape was magnificent
Never-ending and brand new
A lush and fertile land
Where man could thrive and grow
A place filled with essentials
On display as if for show
But is this where we're called?
To settle and to sow?
In a pastoral kind of existence?
Leaving behind all we know?
Friday, May 23, 2014
Notice
I can understand the beauty
Of simply checking out
Of leaving the stress behind
Not caring what it's all about
When a soul veers by the wayside
It's often clear to all
That life's little demands
Are what likely caused the fall
But we keep trucking forward
Bending mind and spirit too
To focus on the goodness
To let the light shine right on through
Of simply checking out
Of leaving the stress behind
Not caring what it's all about
When a soul veers by the wayside
It's often clear to all
That life's little demands
Are what likely caused the fall
But we keep trucking forward
Bending mind and spirit too
To focus on the goodness
To let the light shine right on through
Thursday, May 15, 2014
Another Spring
Hello again my weary friend
We both know it's not the end
Just another day gone by
When we smile and scream and laugh and sigh
A bittersweet pill of memories past
Watching the years slip by fast
Seeing our faces captured in time
Proving that we're not quite sublime
Those distant thoughts of immortal youth
Have fallen away for timeless truth
That we will age along with the seasons
Despite our fighting with different reasons
We're but a speck in this vast age
Searching for meaning before turning the page
We both know it's not the end
Just another day gone by
When we smile and scream and laugh and sigh
A bittersweet pill of memories past
Watching the years slip by fast
Seeing our faces captured in time
Proving that we're not quite sublime
Those distant thoughts of immortal youth
Have fallen away for timeless truth
That we will age along with the seasons
Despite our fighting with different reasons
We're but a speck in this vast age
Searching for meaning before turning the page
Wednesday, May 14, 2014
Not Just Yet
Give me a reason to let you go
And I'll give you ten for why I say "no"
The day will come, of this I'm sure
But when it does, I'll know the allure
I'll see the strength written behind your eyes
I'll see the path stretching long & wise
Until then, I grant the favor of my past
So your future success is sure to last
Only when I see these signs
I'll know we've crossed those blurry lines
Where we still tread between old and new
Wondering how and what to do
So, hold on for now, my clever one
The time will come for you to run
And then I won't stand in your way
You'll have my blessing & the thoughts I pray
And I'll give you ten for why I say "no"
The day will come, of this I'm sure
But when it does, I'll know the allure
I'll see the strength written behind your eyes
I'll see the path stretching long & wise
Until then, I grant the favor of my past
So your future success is sure to last
Only when I see these signs
I'll know we've crossed those blurry lines
Where we still tread between old and new
Wondering how and what to do
So, hold on for now, my clever one
The time will come for you to run
And then I won't stand in your way
You'll have my blessing & the thoughts I pray
Friday, May 9, 2014
Job
Now I feel the pressure
Of having words to write
Before it was a pleasure
With no other goal in sight
At least there is this outlet
Of fun and reverie
Where I can dream most freely
Expressing ideas that come to me
Of having words to write
Before it was a pleasure
With no other goal in sight
At least there is this outlet
Of fun and reverie
Where I can dream most freely
Expressing ideas that come to me
Wednesday, May 7, 2014
Another go-round
Another life maybe to change it all
But we are here, it was our call
We chose to be in this very place
We chose to run this very race
Now we must try our best to understand
Why we chose this very hand
But we are here, it was our call
We chose to be in this very place
We chose to run this very race
Now we must try our best to understand
Why we chose this very hand
Tuesday, May 6, 2014
Little birds
Little bird singing softly
To yourself up in a tree
Do you ever look below
Wondering what you're meant to be?
Or are such thoughts left just to us,
To drive us mad with wonder?
Forcing us to look within,
To face our faults with candor?
To yourself up in a tree
Do you ever look below
Wondering what you're meant to be?
Or are such thoughts left just to us,
To drive us mad with wonder?
Forcing us to look within,
To face our faults with candor?
Labels:
birds,
life,
poem,
poetry,
spring,
springtime,
wonderment
Friday, May 2, 2014
A Friday in June
It was a Friday in June
When all the world was in swoon
A blistering sun shining in
A feeling that all of us could win
But we were gathered for a friend
Who was clearly facing the very end
Amid the errant bees buzzing by
The imminent sense of a spirit preparing to fly
The sad, sad smiles of those standing near
Not wanting to say the words we fear
A hard goodbye we knew was nigh
Despite the warmth and love nearby
And then with everyone standing around
He calmly exhaled and made no other sound
A gentle soul who we all still love
Who we hope is now smiling from above
Thursday, May 1, 2014
Green again
Once again all is green
Despite the lingering cold
Another spring like we have seen
Although we're getting old
But thank our stars we're still here
A sigh of praise to say
We're grateful that the skies are clear
As we continue on our way
Despite the lingering cold
Another spring like we have seen
Although we're getting old
But thank our stars we're still here
A sigh of praise to say
We're grateful that the skies are clear
As we continue on our way
Thursday, April 17, 2014
Regret
I want the past, or at least what I thought it was
I want the comfort of a normal life
I want to say that through it all
I wasn't so blind or so full of strife
But so far every moment
I relive with shame
Knowing that it was in my grasp
To remove this blame
A horrid lie to tell yourself
That you were doing right
When in reality you had no idea
That actions would result in such blight
I was strong I lived it through
It was my normal every day
But you're not me, I see that now
And I'm sorry you had not say
I wasn't so blind or so full of strife
But so far every moment
I relive with shame
Knowing that it was in my grasp
To remove this blame
A horrid lie to tell yourself
That you were doing right
When in reality you had no idea
That actions would result in such blight
I was strong I lived it through
It was my normal every day
But you're not me, I see that now
And I'm sorry you had not say
Wednesday, April 16, 2014
Keeping it together
I'm living in this crazy dream
Where nothing is as it seems
An hallucination of sorts
Ripping at my very seams
Where nothing is as it seems
An hallucination of sorts
Ripping at my very seams
Friday, March 28, 2014
Moving forward
Days of calm have returned
But the scars are still fresh from the burn
It's a new way of looking now at our life
One where we mitigate and manage strife
Although the line has slacked a bit
We're now vigilant lest we again get hit
I know I've been rather slack with posting recently. We've been managing a lot of stress and some life-altering situations. Things are starting to return to a more normal pace and hopefully I'll be able to pick up again where I left off.
But the scars are still fresh from the burn
It's a new way of looking now at our life
One where we mitigate and manage strife
Although the line has slacked a bit
We're now vigilant lest we again get hit
I know I've been rather slack with posting recently. We've been managing a lot of stress and some life-altering situations. Things are starting to return to a more normal pace and hopefully I'll be able to pick up again where I left off.
Labels:
adolescence,
growing,
growing up,
life,
poem,
poetry,
siblings,
teen,
transition
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