Month: August 2017

Fate

Fate
Planning a journey my heart races

chance to explore unknown places

in this world of exciting spaces
how to choose, stick a pin

that could mean lose or win

wish- list checked word by word

cut it down by a third
I travel far with little fear 

leave it to fate, or stay near here

a journey made by boot and foot

a different adventure new input
with a map to help me yet

though fate, a new course might have set

Shoot the moon

 My friend 

what is it you  mean to me
You listen to my problems

Never judge

Think of options

Sometimes fudge

Share my triumphs and my lows

Give support and rarely carp 

Hah!  makes you seem

 like an angel with a harp
However there is that other side

Wicked humour 

sometimes snide

gossip and rumour

your stock in trade

you take no prisoners if you are right

talk very loudly all the time

tend to behave badly when out at night

 

But my friend you are the best, a boon

you make me happy you make me sane

together we shout at the moon.
Updated version of my friend

Edited poem. 

I wrote the poem Dressing Up kit 1970’s style. 

Which I posted a few days ago its been through 10 edit cycles and this is the result
Uneven laces

 

Ugly black laceups

like shiny leather shoe-boxes

slight squeak when I walked… 

and I had to buy them
how I hated those shoes

 

 First day, I dressed early

collar  scratchy and constricted 

apron with a crackle and an upside down watch 

hair neat starched cap perched on top

 

nurse kit in motion
Stepped into the classroom 

twenty four would be nurses

Uniformed and caped

Awed by skeletons and pickled hearts
foot on the  first rung  of the ladder

 

The navy blue clad sister  tutor 

in the frilly starched hat

Read us the rules

Then we were inspected
First test 
Hats too big, hair untidy, laces uneven

she tutted as she tweaked

little misdemeanors demonstrating our 

unsuitability to make the grade
Our transition to nurses in grave doubt
How I hated those shoes

Often mislaced  during the next three years.

I am the curse I am the legend

This is a Terzanelle with a rhyme pattern of

ABA¹, bCB, cDC, dED, eFE, fFAA¹
The water ripples dancing silvered

Joining and flowing to become the sea

I am the river rushing tempered 
If you listen hard you can hear my plea

I am the curse I am the legend

Joining and flowing to become the sea  
I am destruction I am resentment

If you listen hard you will hear my screams

I am the curse I am the legend
I utilise a siren’s schemes

To lure you to a fate you can’t forsee

If you listen hard you can hear my screams
I grow and expand as I hit the sea

As I roll and I crash, my power forms

To lure you to a fate you can’t forsee
Forever revenge will conjur up storms

As I roll and I crash my power forms

The water ripples dancing silvered

I am the river rushing tempered.

Sparkling frost warmed by the sun

My love is not of the springtime

Blossoms, nesting birds and new born lambs

Rising sap and sprouting leaf
Nor  is it the love  of summertime
Bursting buds, showy flowers, perfumed air

Hot wind, heating the skin
It is not the love of  autumn 

Falling leaves, rain and cold wind

Hot and cold alternately 
My love is of the winter

Sharp sparkling frost warmed by the rays of the gentle sun

Cold outside but inner warmth sitting by the cracking flames
Heady lust  has settled

Looking for new pastures has waned

Now the warmth of friendship, the bond of trust

Shared dreams, laced with humour.

Dressing up kit 1970’s style

Shoes, ugly black clumpy laceups

Looking like the shoes boxes

Leather, shiney with a slight squeak when I walked

I had to buy them

Hospital issue, I paid they supplied

How I hated those shoes

Their only saving grace

The first step in my new career
It was all about the right image

Skirt measured six inches from the floor 

Height of hat

Belt colour demonstrating status

Flat black shiney shoes Thick black stockings

The starched apron, worn when working

Removed for meals 

 

 Collarless Grey cotton dress, white piped sleeves

Three dresses to last the week

7 stiff white starched collars 6 collar studs

12 pearl buttons with metal fasteners

7 starched white aprons

3 white starched cotton shapes

To be folded into hats

One pair of sturdy black shoes

The nurse kit
The first day I wore it I  was so excited

On the threshold of being Nurse 

Ok Student my black clad foot

was on the ladder

I added the upside down watch 

A pen in my pocket, hair neat and tidy

I stepoed from girl to nurse as I walked

into the classroom to meet my peers
The navy blue clad tutor with the wide 

frilly starched hat

Read us the rules

Then she inspected us, looking 

at our attempts to look the part

Most of us were in trouble hats too 

big, hair untidy, shoes tied incorrectly

little misdemeanors demonstrating our 

unsuitability to make the grade.
My misdemeanor those shoes

Laced incorrectly

I hated those shoes

Rules and responsibilities

Disipline a corner stone of our training
When I qualifyed as a staff nurse

and the rules relaxed they were 

discarded. New black shoes for the 

modern nurse.

Youthfulness v age or Ode to the Older woman

In your teens you were shy

No self confidence, didn’t pull the guys

Body language, tended to say, dont talk, go away
In your thirties feeling better

career confidence, go getter

 still  self conscious but trying harder

Body language more blaise

 come talk, I might stay
In your forties, life full on

career rocketing, running the baton

 social life on the rise, push on to reach the prize

 lack of self confidence a hidden drawback

developing hobbies, life more astonishing

body language  becoming open

 come talk and smile with me
In your fifties, wanting a change

career pressures become a pain

realising the need to nurture  the self

Grow, develop, new ways to happiness

body language confident open

master of experiences, come spark with me
In your sixties self fulfilled, 

feeling youthful,  life chilled

you seem to have matured like fine wine

 feeling more attractive more aligned

body language all inclusive,

 jumping fences, come fly with me.
Age today, is only a number

Youthfulness is a  lifestyle choice

Listen to your bodies song, 

because you are truly awesome.

Misty Dawn

Misty Dawn
Two souls dancing an aerial ballet

in the calm dappled light of misty dawn

flying and zooming without interplay

two souls dancing an aerial ballet

saying a farewell they can’t delay

as the zephyr breeze  plays a carillon

two souls dancing an aerial ballet

In the calm dappled light of the misty dawn
In the calm dappled light of a misty dawn

floating like balloons higher and higher

moving together feeling woebegone

in the calm dappled light of a misty dawn

 life has changed, the storms have gone

we are changing direction no more misfire

i the calm dappled light of the misty dawn 

floating like balloons higher and higher
Floating apart as our balloons fly  higher 

in the cool dappled light of a misty dawn

leaving below loves funeral  pyre

floating apart as our  balloons fly higher 

happiness and regret,we no longer desire

new skies to fly, new places to belong

floating apart as our balloons fly higher 

in the cool dappled light of a misty dawn

Love songs and Novels

Listening to the love songs

reading the books

love should be out there, can’t be overlooked

take my breath away

love at first sight

I need to see the light
Looked around the corners, under the seats

In my life,that sort of love, seems to have me beat

Had the sparks and the flashes

But not the full thunderstorm

Are all those songs and novels, so far from the norm?

Is companionship and friendship

A more sustainable refrain

Am I searching for unicorns

pots of gold, bubbles in champagne?

contendnesses and happiness are with me

yet, still I am searching for the holy grail

Confused by reality, it seems a very cold trail
Is my love with me

But my mind doesn’t see?

I am confused, who can help me?

Lay your head on my heart

Lay your head on my heart

Feel the beats stop and start
Our mind pictures blending

the feelings we are tending

feel the warmth of my skin

it must be win win

Reach out to me
Feel the beats stop and start

describe your feelings

in this time we are stealing

a time free to care

we have little to spare

Lay your head on my heart
Examine joys from the coffer

take the key

unlock possibilities

Lay your head on my heart

Feel the beats stop and start