Seeds of Neverland

 
What fog filled furrows fuse my dreams,
Of summer rains, while autumn gleams,
Into a mist of mem'ried pain,
Of seeds, I shall not sow again.

Now Gravestone bails that stand so bold,
In lonesome fields of fog so cold
It steals my soul as I ramble through,
Engulfs with pain and bond like glue.

What do they know, what could they tell,
Those rolls of hay, wrapped up so well?
A summer's store of sunshine blessed,
Enclosed within a love that rests?

Such heat that lives inside those swirls,
Cannot escape, nor yet unfurls,
Into my heart to live forever,
Grows only in the Land of Never.

 
I seek the sun to burn the sorrow,
Drink up this veil and light tomorrow,
But the haar enrobes as dark descends,
And my tears ask when the torment ends.


For, what looks so gentle, hurts to touch,

To wander bare foot asks too much

Of a soul that searches but knows not why,

In sharp cut fields of fog filled sky.

As dawn approaches I drink the dew,

Of a hope that's promised each day anew,

And I try to believe, with a cynic's heart,
As I smile at the world, and walk on, in my part.

National Poetry Day 2015: Michelle

So National Poetry Day - Nothing like putting yourself under pressure with 2 hours to go. Same Old!

I wish I had it in me to write another witty political ode as I did in last year's offering. However "And Here's to You Mr. Robinson." will be forever one of my favourite hastily penned poems and certainly my favourite to 'perform'!!

However this year has been a very different struggle and grief comes tapping on my shoulder to whisper those sad stories all too often. At times I have found it hard to laugh and be my usual nonsense fuelled self!

But though I have found it hard to laugh, words are not such traitors to the soul and I have taken comfort in being able to express the changing stages of grief through poetry, however imperfectly that may manifest itself.

This year's theme is supposed to be light, so it seems only right to offer these simple verses to the memory of a beloved soul who certainly lit up the lives of many. Her love of rainbows gives me reason to be thankful for every sun shower, as I am for each moment of friendship we shared together. I very rarely title my own poems but perhaps this one should simply be...

Michelle

Sweet Light which splits the spectrums arc,
And fires souls ‘gainst skies so dark,
You bounce through drops though shadows run,
Caress the rain and kiss the sun,

To bathe your babes in blissful rays,
Bring back the song of happy days,
That yet laments unfallen tears,
But blazes precious thankful years,

In blinding gifts of solar calm,
Into our souls you spread your balm,
Of soothing hope, though ne’er to touch,
Colours which fade we strive so much,

To fuel our hearts, you paint the sky,
Your sun-kissed canvass shall not die,
Though light may change and storms rage past,
We’ll shine one day, once more at last.