Category: sadness

My home

Inside my bag are packed the things

that fill my heart with joy

the faded, threadbare shawl

that whispers 

a tinplate soldier toy.
Inside my bag wrapped well in cloth 

a tiny mirror fragment

immortalised inside that glass

the ghosts of those I love

Some memories are intransigent
Inside my bag stowed very safe

two  engraved silver napkin rings

a wooden bowl of cedar wood

an ebony black queen a

reminder of past sins

Inside my bag I have my home

memories, from days gone by

I lost the rest, I am alone

I will be till I die.
The hostel for the homeless 

Is where I rest my head

My bag stops my neurosis

My home sits under my bed. 

Communicating Emotions

When a smile lights  up a face,

Warms the soul, leaves a trace,

Joy and happiness fit the bill.
Sometimes misery adds a chill,

Frown and glower sets the face,

For despair we have to brace.
Re group
Try to find the bud of hope,

Nurture it expand its scope,

Don’t rail about the tides of fate,

Or sour yourself with dishes of hate.

Look inside for inner peace

Celebrate every kindness feat.

When a smile lights up a face

Joy beams out and adds some grace.

Lifes bitter sweet song

I thought you were 

my forever love,

I pined 

when you were gone,

I pictured

 your every move,

Not to think about you

 seemed so wrong,

But now, you 

are a faded memory,

I struggle 

to see your face,

I have learnt

 from  times legacy,

I am

 now full of grace,

I have found another love,

The cycle moves along,

The wheel is

ever turning,

In lifes bitter sweet song.

#caughtinpassion #converginglivex#poetry

The little Things

It’s the little things that spark the memories

The simple things that warm the heart

Reminders of you in life’s accessories

Like a summer day and a walk in the park

It’s the little things that spark the memories

The complex things that chill the heart

Reminders of problems in life’s accessories

Like a thunderstorm and no light in the dark

It’s the little things, that make me review

the good and the bad, of my life with you

The way you reach and hold my hand

The days you don’t listen, don’t understand

It’s the little things that make me review

Weigh the good, the bad what makes me blue

Our song on the radio, your tired smile

Remind me you go that extra mile

It’s the little things that spark the memories

The simple things that warm the heart

Reminding me of our shared treasuries

The reasons we stay and do not part


Diverting my love

I got carried away by our interaction,

Thought it was a source of mutual attraction,

I got carried away by your seeming caring,

Those whispered words and the texts endearing,

I imagined ,we shared something special at times,

I am sure we did, fleetingly, or maybe I am blind,

I knew you had  others,

Then there were your brothers,

Our time together, seemed  intense,

In this universe, it felt immense,

I realised, I had been carried away,

The day you forgot my words, of yesterday,

As one of the crowd, I am just a fleeting fling,

It won’t be me, when cupid, releases the arrow from the sling,

It pains me to release these silken chords,

But our relationship, will never win any awards,

I got carried away and am getting hurt,

I am setting us free, my love to divert.

Live tomorrow with pride

Hold the joy of the moment

Keep it safe within

Whatever happens tomorrow

Don’t let the demons in

When things pan out in abundance

Remember, that moment of bliss

It’s yours to keep, to treasure, to learn

Like when, you  stepped off the cliff

If your dreams don’t pan out and things go askew

Regroup, retrench find the siren song, bright not blue

Don’t give into despair,or  let the black dog sit

Dive right in and salvage the good bits

Hold the joy of the moment

Don’t let the demons in

Whatever happens tomorrow

It’s a new day , free from sin

Learn from the good and the difficult

Don’t let angst, cast that moment aside

Let go of anxiety and anger, live tomorrow with pride

Events from the past

Frozen in time, behind windows of glass,

In the museum of the mind

Events from the past, in crystal clear clarity

The memories are stored, allowing recall first class.
But how clean are those windows? From the thoughts we revive,

When we dredge deep in the recesses, for treasures or lines,

Have some of the mirrors, become distorted with time,

As we struggle to bring events to focus keep them alive.
We use some tricks to remember the good and the bad

Hurt and misery are etched on the glass, the texture abrasive, a recurring repast,

Happiness sits in a golden glow, romance set in amber, held to last,

Special moments in a corner marked with glad. 

Evocative smells or sights add to our minds concepts

Memories so clear from the mysteries of time

What have we forgotten, have we added some lines?

Are they truly a picture of the past, or cleaned and sweot?
Frozen in time behind windows of glass

In the museum of the mind

Events from the past.