A blog to showcase the intricacies of poetry. To explore a little of the human condition and to highlight the poetry of Samantha Beardon.
Mind pictures
Filling in the gaps
Our own experiences
Making mind maps
Unusual situations
Processed by our brains
Made understandable
May be rearranged
Situation static
What do you and I see
Not the same scenario
Oh deary me
Coloured by experience
Our minds fill in the gaps
Each will have a unique view
With some overlap
Trembling on the cusp
Of new ideas
It’s ever thus
Creativity falls like rain
Harnessing
More the strain
Seduced by promises
Of more and better
Application spatter
Soliloquy or monologue
Or floating
Thoughts like thistle down
Trembling on the cusp
Need to ride the wave
Harness the power
Be brave.
You have lived a life unique to you
Experienced some joy and sorrow
Lived to be wiser for tomorrow
Made mistakes quite a few
Had plenty of sucesses too
A day to count your blessings many
Maybe to be extraordinary
To share all the love inside
To challenge yourself not deride
All the new years to fill with lightening
Make them special and exciting
Rethink your options all the time
Live life to the full make it sublime
The loiterer snuck scarily
She eyed the performance warily
Unconvinced there was no threat
She decided to be indirect
Crouching behind the divan
Her protection the poker held, in hand
Ready to hit his head with a twang
Her plan is very scanty
Her fears make her a vigilante
Peeking through the door
The loiterer has gone to explore
The world just as before
Just an ordinary passerby
Whilst behind the divan she cries.
Heaven or Hell
Fact or Fiction
Depends on your predilection
Choice versus Coercion
Beliefs versus Bias
Depends on your subversion
Heaven or Hell
Fact or Fiction
Your version, your predilection
I live in a life where love has gone stale
We have ceased trying and live without the detail
The film reel has become stuck
Same old, same old, in a rut
Its not that we are not in love
Its just we are no longer collaborative
Need excitement, validation, ego reclaimation
I know you care, we manage in formation
I would never cheat or lie
Wouldn’t hurt anothers eyes
Just need some fun and mystery
Add another dimension to my history
I just text as we play
There is just so much to say
I sit with you but I am with her
Happy and content not miserable and blurred
I would never hurt you or jeopardise us,thats absurb
A space in fantasy is all I crave
Maybe I should stay and fix us, be brave
How can it end in tears
Ok sharing may breed feelings, but not affairs
I would never cheat or lie
Am I playing a deadly try
Playing with hearstrings that I cant manipulate
I just need to validate.
Written with inspiration from the song In Anothers Eyes by Trisha Yearwood. For Rick from the novel Converging Lives.
Vicarious art, for most a pleasure
Joy untold,much to treasure
Subsumed in other’s magical creations
Teasing, relaxing a range of sensations
Amazement, awe and sometimes puzzlement
Sometimes art can seem like punishment
From early cave to modern construction
Art can thrill or cause a ruction
Consider art in all its forms
Each disipline has its norms
Realism, is something many treasure
Whilst abstract, impressionistic can be harder to measure
Painting,music, dance, poetry or prose
Maybe, we only,like,what is under our nose
Plays, films, television
Each art form has its vision
Vicarious art, we all indulge
Some try their hands down creative roads
Vicarious art to each their own
Will you step outside your comfort zone?
Apologies for the arts not mentioned specifically!
The journey goes on
The wheel of life turns
A new awakening burns
Thankful to see
New ideas to set me free
Moving through life
Things I can influence
Others ambiguous
Must not waste time
On things, outside my paradigm
I am abundant, free
Where I cannot influence directly
I need to change the way I see
Working on the me, use love not anger
Turn irritations to advocacy from propaganda
I choose love
Love of the self free from blinkers
Love of life not fixed positions
The journey goes on
Live life till its gone
I am in awe blown away
Striving to
Live life in the happiest way
Grief shatters my heart
As my love vanishes
Taking flight on wings of gossamer
My soul, despairing
Silence surrounds me like a wall
My feet feel stuck to the floor
A void opening at my feet
The taste of ashes in my mouth
You have gone
Bubbling and brewing emotional stirring
Life’s machinations whizzing and whirring
World off kilter, scandals abound
Headlines thunder, catastrophe surrounds
Belief tattered, bashed and scattered
May need to dive within, get validated
Bubbling and brewing emotional stirring
Life’s machinations whizzing and whirring
Converging Lives. Sounds, Silence and Imagery