Take me by the hand and walk
far away from here,
stride, big galloping strides so our lungs swell, and we lift as air balloons
and walk, until our feet are raw and our legs will carry us no further,
then sit with me as we ache and darkness falls around my ears
help me to hollow a tunnel of light
and grab onto that searing beam in the aim we’ll be pulled out;
into the rainbow,
listen when I scream my whispers, and nod
clap your hands around my face and shake me;
but nod, nevertheless,
and when you whistle, even in the absence of melody;
I’ll dance, while you jump in puddles -
all the while we’ll never once look at the clock
and in return, I promise:
that when I can still see you, but we’re separated by glass,
I’ll rest my hand on your lingering handprint;
and walk with you.
(c) Copyright Jane Edwards 2010
Thursday, 24 June 2010
Sunday, 6 June 2010
Acquiesce
Ooops... It's been too long... I should have done this challenge a few weeks ago! I kept it simple, so I hope it meets the brief! :)
Acquiesce
Every trip of the tongue, every nod of the head
Leaves me feeling like I shouldn’t have said…
Yes be my first response, yes be my last
Why do my heart and my head always clash?
Lonely I stand, in a crowded space
A painted smile upon my face
Mirrors for eyes, and lies for tears
I’ve been saying ‘yes’ for years
I can’t help it; oh I’ve tried
So frustrated, so unwise
‘Yes’, ‘uh-huh’ and ‘yes’ some more
I’ll say ‘no’ next time, that’s for sure
(c) copyright Jane Edwards 2010
Acquiesce
Every trip of the tongue, every nod of the head
Leaves me feeling like I shouldn’t have said…
Yes be my first response, yes be my last
Why do my heart and my head always clash?
Lonely I stand, in a crowded space
A painted smile upon my face
Mirrors for eyes, and lies for tears
I’ve been saying ‘yes’ for years
I can’t help it; oh I’ve tried
So frustrated, so unwise
‘Yes’, ‘uh-huh’ and ‘yes’ some more
I’ll say ‘no’ next time, that’s for sure
(c) copyright Jane Edwards 2010
Thursday, 25 March 2010
Enemy elements
Not to everyone's taste perhaps, but at risk of sounding rhetoric, I did say eclectic.
Enemy elements
Still, the water is tranquil, flowing it soothes;
a skilled pacifier,
it calms the outer twisted charred remains, as cruel
contorted black-hot embers spit nuggets of molten heat,
kindling barks;
a loud, cracking-bark; an imperceptible scream: ‘leave this place’,
heat so ferocious and brutal that even
the structure gives up the fight,
cinders float like crusaders making their escape
trapped in an upward spiral of rising heat -
they die and float through air and land in
a grave of ash.
A grave.
an ash grave; like the colour it leaves in its wake
awkward, bitter pain as the last breath
is expelled,
exultant, the flames lick the night and bite a wound so deep
it cannot be healed.
A torrent of aqua gurgles and smothers
the captured flames,
oppressed as they are oppressor;
balance is restored,
not without casualty – memories alight in the charred remains
long after they expire,
etched as twisted metal into the vacant landscape –
poignant as the edifice that once stood proud,
all that remains is grey,
a grey grave;
like the colour it leaves in its wake.
(c) copyright Jane Edwards 2010
Enemy elements
Still, the water is tranquil, flowing it soothes;
a skilled pacifier,
it calms the outer twisted charred remains, as cruel
contorted black-hot embers spit nuggets of molten heat,
kindling barks;
a loud, cracking-bark; an imperceptible scream: ‘leave this place’,
heat so ferocious and brutal that even
the structure gives up the fight,
cinders float like crusaders making their escape
trapped in an upward spiral of rising heat -
they die and float through air and land in
a grave of ash.
A grave.
an ash grave; like the colour it leaves in its wake
awkward, bitter pain as the last breath
is expelled,
exultant, the flames lick the night and bite a wound so deep
it cannot be healed.
A torrent of aqua gurgles and smothers
the captured flames,
oppressed as they are oppressor;
balance is restored,
not without casualty – memories alight in the charred remains
long after they expire,
etched as twisted metal into the vacant landscape –
poignant as the edifice that once stood proud,
all that remains is grey,
a grey grave;
like the colour it leaves in its wake.
(c) copyright Jane Edwards 2010
Monday, 22 March 2010
Strong
I lay awake, breathing. Slow, I tell myself, slow and light.
I tense, awaiting the blow.
It does not come.
I smile a shared smile – our day peppered with happiness.
The heat cracks across my face.
Pain drills into my core.
It was me - my fault. I never learn.
Paint the mask more carefully tomorrow.
Be better; worthy.
The shrilling of the phone signals agitation.
Talk in hushed whisper - be more thoughtful.
I understand.
The heavy scent of alcohol hangs in the air - a silhouette in the doorway.
Bile rises.I sense it;
agony.
Float on clouds – they’re soft and comforting.
Free your mind like a wisp of wind.
This is not you – it is another.
I never thought I was ‘another’.
I tend my bruises and sit, in a pool of despair.
I drown in it.
A desperate ache fills me – a longing to be more.
Fight.
But what if I lose?
Another biting word means I lose a fistful of hair.
Days pass.
I am alone - bleeding and alone.
I cry but tears do not come.
I cry rage. Rage for all the stolen chances.
For the life I should have led.
Hollow, I leave.
Not to contemplate the future, but now.
Now I can be me – be free to breathe and live. Not just in fear, but live.
(c) copyright Jane Edwards 2010
I tense, awaiting the blow.
It does not come.
I smile a shared smile – our day peppered with happiness.
The heat cracks across my face.
Pain drills into my core.
It was me - my fault. I never learn.
Paint the mask more carefully tomorrow.
Be better; worthy.
The shrilling of the phone signals agitation.
Talk in hushed whisper - be more thoughtful.
I understand.
The heavy scent of alcohol hangs in the air - a silhouette in the doorway.
Bile rises.I sense it;
agony.
Float on clouds – they’re soft and comforting.
Free your mind like a wisp of wind.
This is not you – it is another.
I never thought I was ‘another’.
I tend my bruises and sit, in a pool of despair.
I drown in it.
A desperate ache fills me – a longing to be more.
Fight.
But what if I lose?
Another biting word means I lose a fistful of hair.
Days pass.
I am alone - bleeding and alone.
I cry but tears do not come.
I cry rage. Rage for all the stolen chances.
For the life I should have led.
Hollow, I leave.
Not to contemplate the future, but now.
Now I can be me – be free to breathe and live. Not just in fear, but live.
(c) copyright Jane Edwards 2010
Tuesday, 16 March 2010
Network addict
I guess I have Tommy L to thank for this little ditty after he provided some inspiration for my work! That got me to thinking, I'd really like other ideas for poetry topics, so send them my way people :) x
Network addict
A little something different, from alcohol or drug
Is a fix that's much more powerful, emanating from your hub
'Friends' to whom we don't speak, consume most of our time
Which rather sadly isn't shared within such close confine
Listen to the tapping, look at the screen glow
Another night out cancelled as the updates freely flow
'Friend request accepted' has us running in our droves
To see what ever happened next - is this something that you chose?
You can't seek comfort in a status, from the comic strip of life
Before you log-on next time, you really should think twice
Facebook, bebo, myspace - they are all much the same
The loss of social company is ever such a shame
(c) Jane Edwards 2010
Network addict
A little something different, from alcohol or drug
Is a fix that's much more powerful, emanating from your hub
'Friends' to whom we don't speak, consume most of our time
Which rather sadly isn't shared within such close confine
Listen to the tapping, look at the screen glow
Another night out cancelled as the updates freely flow
'Friend request accepted' has us running in our droves
To see what ever happened next - is this something that you chose?
You can't seek comfort in a status, from the comic strip of life
Before you log-on next time, you really should think twice
Facebook, bebo, myspace - they are all much the same
The loss of social company is ever such a shame
(c) Jane Edwards 2010
Sunday, 14 March 2010
Raw
Sometimes in the darkness, I think I see your face
I blink just twice and look again, but the vision is erased
I want to have you with me - to love forever more
The speed at which you slipped away, rocked me to my core
A pool of light reflects you, but your energy escaped
With it, taking every dream leaving nothing in its place
I smell you on my pillow, and can taste you on my tongue
The salty tears run down my face and leave me feeling so alone
Are there answers in the echos that you've left within these walls?
When every night I wake up crying, I find it's your name I have called
Where can I go to find you? I miss you oh-so much
I hadn't planned to lose you - I need to feel your touch
My future is our memories, it hurts to think 'no more'
Of all the times we never shared - my heart is always yours
Please watch over and stay with me, I'll love you for all time
And one day soon I know we will, once again stand side by side
(c) copyright Jane Edwards 2010
I blink just twice and look again, but the vision is erased
I want to have you with me - to love forever more
The speed at which you slipped away, rocked me to my core
A pool of light reflects you, but your energy escaped
With it, taking every dream leaving nothing in its place
I smell you on my pillow, and can taste you on my tongue
The salty tears run down my face and leave me feeling so alone
Are there answers in the echos that you've left within these walls?
When every night I wake up crying, I find it's your name I have called
Where can I go to find you? I miss you oh-so much
I hadn't planned to lose you - I need to feel your touch
My future is our memories, it hurts to think 'no more'
Of all the times we never shared - my heart is always yours
Please watch over and stay with me, I'll love you for all time
And one day soon I know we will, once again stand side by side
(c) copyright Jane Edwards 2010
Friday, 12 March 2010
Addict
Just one time it takes; that fatal mistake
The obsession grabs hold and by then it's too late
A cinder keeps glowing, long after it's gone
The ashtray a resting place while it sings its song:
You need me, it cries,
Your conscience, my home
I live in your psyche, your weakness; my friend
As long as I'm burning, the bond never ends
It whispers, and dances, that grey toxic cloud
It screams in your ears; but the sound isn't loud
A fizzle, a hiss, an ignited delight
By now you're addicted, one more fire at night
I'm winning, I'm on top - you're on the retreat
One more drag's been taken, you're knocked off your feet
Don't leave me, please, no. Just kiss me once more
By this time next year, they won't have a cure
I'm evil you see - let's not try to pretend
You've known for some time now, you can't be my friend
To leave me takes courage, a fight till the end
Some do it, I know - there are a lucky few. And to those that beat me, my hat's off to you
My message is clear: I think I've won
To those that disagree, a battle's begun
I dare you; a challenge - from the demon "your friend"
If you make me a ghost, I'll give you life back again
(c) copyright Jane Edwards 2010
The obsession grabs hold and by then it's too late
A cinder keeps glowing, long after it's gone
The ashtray a resting place while it sings its song:
You need me, it cries,
Your conscience, my home
I live in your psyche, your weakness; my friend
As long as I'm burning, the bond never ends
It whispers, and dances, that grey toxic cloud
It screams in your ears; but the sound isn't loud
A fizzle, a hiss, an ignited delight
By now you're addicted, one more fire at night
I'm winning, I'm on top - you're on the retreat
One more drag's been taken, you're knocked off your feet
Don't leave me, please, no. Just kiss me once more
By this time next year, they won't have a cure
I'm evil you see - let's not try to pretend
You've known for some time now, you can't be my friend
To leave me takes courage, a fight till the end
Some do it, I know - there are a lucky few. And to those that beat me, my hat's off to you
My message is clear: I think I've won
To those that disagree, a battle's begun
I dare you; a challenge - from the demon "your friend"
If you make me a ghost, I'll give you life back again
(c) copyright Jane Edwards 2010
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