Expectation is the route of heartache Let’s just be and go with the flow Trouble is this is the retake Testing how our feelings grow There is no expectation of forever This is the moment to share it all We just need to explore the pleasure Store it away make the call As your fingertips… Continue reading Dividing line
Author: Mary
I write as both Mary Bray and under the pseudonym of Samantha Beardon.
Caught on a whim.
Softly blown wishes, like thistledown Carried on wings over boundless ellipses Fluttering and floating never tied down Quietly hushed, as they blow overhead Valiantly hoping, they reach the right town Willing the wind will carry them safe Over the miles and onto your face Changing themselves into emotions and pictures To set you on fire… Continue reading Caught on a whim.
Moulding me
I love to escape into my mind, My sanctuary from life’s issues all kind I learn to look at a different me Share or touch and you might see. Something set words and emotions free My joy in life maybe the key Taking the past moulding the future Each a story line making a… Continue reading Moulding me
Live in the moment
Live in the moment Not in the past Nor hanker for the future It’s a fantasy repast The moment, might not be the finest But it’s the now Make it the best you can Make it your vow Don’t defer happiness by harking back Don’t look to others To mark out the track Find inner… Continue reading Live in the moment
Read your mind
Wouldn’t it be good, to be able to read your mind Or perhaps it wouldn’t really help, us to be realigned Just really need to understand, the way you think Instead of making assumptions, that are based on our relationship I mostly understand the you, that you share But we are complex creatures, of that… Continue reading Read your mind
Love and the Heart
What is this tripe about the heart An illusion in love, used so much in art Songs and sonnets, plays and books Breaking hearts, heart sick, the stuff of storybooks Love is a product of the mind Involving our emotions and hormones running blind Attraction starts not from the heart That’s really not the part… Continue reading Love and the Heart
Strangers but not strangers
We are strangers, connected by the comfort of unfamiliarity. Although familiarity, knowing the other, is becoming more a reality. We touch the edges of our lives. Spend time in banter, in play, in idle chat in sexy innuendo,adding fizz. It’s peculiar how the inadvertent takes us to a complete circle. That feeling of connection; that… Continue reading Strangers but not strangers
What sort of woman?
What sort of woman do you want Is there a type that makes you respond Am I the woman that fits your dreams Or the type that will give you nightmare screams Can complex personalities distill the traits Drill down to find those that the man rates If women were poems what would you choose… Continue reading What sort of woman?
Rebuilding dreams
Today my dream seems set to rust Think it’s past it, reduced to dust Gossamer threads colour my day Looking at a horizon layered in grey Sure the dark is pulling me in. Hold my dreams, in my hand Sifting through their hues, there’s a bright strand Hold that strand towards the light Twinkling green,… Continue reading Rebuilding dreams
Meeting
Feeling my cheeks blush Swamped by this crush Meeting you for a date Nervous and excited at fate My heart is hammering Emotions enamoring I have imagined this event All my dreams it represents We have been friends for so long A far away bond has been strong Feeling sick but delighted Over awed but… Continue reading Meeting
Converging Lives. Sounds, Silence and Imagery 