You won’t be sad forever.

I guess from my point of view it’s good to remember this and so very often I forget it. I feel so very much encased in the moment that the rest of my life feels as if it’s always been and will be the same. It won’t of course but it can feel that way. I guess I’m not alone in bouncing from one end of the scale to the other, nor in not understanding why but it seems that many people do not.

The void within so pressurised

it throbs and aches
indistinct and everywhere
intangible the cause
enveloped in the mist,
a sensory deprivation, it confuses
indecision is the norm
so desolate without hope
ever present and forever more
 

The smiles come back

they flick and flash upon your face
without reason or endeavour
unbidden they arrive
caught unawares you laugh
relaxing never knowing how
to err or doubt is absent
once defeated, now invincible
as always and forever more

Wild sea winds

So yet another poem... you must be thinking that the book has died a death. Well no it hasn't but I feel it's in need of  bit of reworking so have taken some time to write a few poems instead while it gets a brush up.

Last week-end we went down to the coast. It was bright sunny day lovely and hot and absolutely gorgeous is so many ways. Then we stepped out of the car and found that it had hidden us from the wind and despite the lovely sun it was still rather cold for shorts. This is a short piece about being on the coast a place I love because of the moods the sea can have.

Wild sea winds

Eyes staring out to sea

a brisk wind freezing the face
greyed cotton wool clouds
hang low buffeted by the sea
waves of growling frustrated toddlers.

Crashing into the beach
their white crests, peaks of wrath
pounding the pebbles
inching closer to me

Turning, I walk on

the going is slow
stones sliding underfoot
my steps deliberate, meaningful