Poems from One Word

I’m stuck on kittenish
trying to write something not gibberish
to free my ideas making them relish
hand your mind food for thoughts in a golden dish
inspire your brain cells leaving them furbished


word

One word
Can sit within your mind
Cause feelings of hurt
Or peace to the heart
A word to someone
Can make or break
One word can do more
To soothe your soul
One word - HOPE


Treasure

The ability to treasure,
To cherish, is worth all
The income in the world.
No Merc, you will survive.
No soul-mate - why bother?


Glow

Reduced to playing with myself (sob)


Gaze to the West from my high perch
To where the Sun descends
Behind those hills.

Dragging my heart towards that glow
That burnishes the sea
And haunts the air.

With dusk comes the warm twilight
That links my soul to all
Those others there.

Release my grip on want, need.
In that gold light I can
Forget my ills


growth

hours go by
pain is raw
days fly
becoming a bore
weeks, they pass
what have you done
months, go fast
yet you’ve just begun
more than a year?
is there a set time?
when you lose the fear
is there a sign?

how much more
can a heart take
til you get off the floor
give yourself a break

you find the door
you’re no longer “both”
this is all for….
what they call growth.


BEGIN

This is lovely, Izzie. Did you write it with Joe Nation in your thoughts?

Oddly, I had written something with the "begin" theme a few days before you posted your word, but it is too close to the bone to post here.

I will work on something, if no-one beats me to it.

Kinda....Joe and I live in similar worlds... 'cept I'm nearly a year down the line... and Joe is far braver and stronger than me... pain is still raw here

There looks to be strength and insight in the above. I hope it's a sign that things ARE turning for you. Hugs.

I had a dream
I boo-booed big
Foremost mistake
Ungoverned hope

I now begin
My mind rebuild
Reweave the threads
That swaddle soul

That naked want
So poorly aimed
So unconcealed
Exposes nerves

Loss of reserve
So unlike me
I realise
Makes me the dope.


childlike

I’m standing on the corner
appreciating the view
waiting on this queue
to cleanse my heart and renew
what’s left of what use to be
even greater is what is to be
I’m standing on this corner
trying to clear my way
time out, figuring the next move
catching my breathe,
preparing for the next invasion
the ropes of this corner against my back
giving me strength to take every punch
my childlike behaviour vanished like dew
when I start to move I’ll be new


accent

I miss those southern accents
informing who I became
the air was softer there -it felt like a caress
left by choice and not duress....
but crickets and cantaloupe bring
me back home
to where I know I don't belong
but know, yes know
within my bones

instinct

When instinct says to run and hide,
To stick my head under the sand,
My calmer core suggests I bide
And take my destiny in hand.

I've always held that risk was worth
The prize we sometimes gain thereby.
By standing straight and venturing forth
We access our one chance to fly.

And pay that price of fear and dread.
Security/elation trade.
I'll never know, 'til I am dead
The value of each choice I made.


health

on my old grumpy days
my looks faded and wrinkled
as I look back on this day
living my life on what used to be
give me joy despite the fading health
may I always feel this wealth
with my vision blinded by the fog
even on those short yet long jogs
may you fill that void
let them look at me and nod
knowing I made it through an unbent rod


street

I have no perceptiom
Of the end of the street.
Ti-tree at one end,
Banksia South.
Orthagonally through time,
A swirling miasma
Of hopes, dreams and jitters
Emerges from nowhere
And dopplers off elsewhere.
Strong currents of feeling
Stir eddies of leaf-mould.
Two bachelor kangas
Graze next to my rhyme.


Cinnamon

feather touch against my lips
tender caress down her hips
one moment, sent her on bliss
it truly was an art of perfection
time went slow, soaring on appreciation
a minute never to part her mind
nothing compares to a stolen kiss

was it the way she moved?.......
No, its got to be her lips
sliding, gliding and finding myself lost in an instant
losing me while searching for what seem not to be distant
perfectly made, aroma spiced, cinnamon swirls
I should be old and forgotten, that smell still gives me chills
there is nothing I miss more than a stolen winter night



fright

I wish, so hard
That I had had
The wit, the skill,
The common nous
The human knack,
To be a better mother.

Looking back,
When my Tood got a fright
I did not know
How to deal.

Drawing on generations
Of lousy parenting
I held back, impotent,
Ignorant, helpless.

The only good
To come of this
We breed 'em tough.
Self-reliant,
Independent.

Just somewhat warped.


foliage

Fall has come
Spring and summer gone
Days of the year passing by
Falling with each rotation of the sun
Memories like the foliage for the trees
They fall, slowly making the journey down
Waiting for winter's snow to cover them from view
Knowing that tomorrows life will spring anew
Foliage of the past, bringing forth the buds of the future


care-free

Care-free " like the whisper on the wind
Care-free " like the river over the stones
Care"free " like the clouds in the blue sky
Care-free " like the child’s natural laughter
Care-free " like the smile of precious love
Care-free " like the dewdrop falling from a leaf
Care"free " with a heart that is free to care...



light

Bask in that light
And let your anguish fade.
Hold fast to that clear ray
That picks out details
Of your better self.

Don't allow the dark
To mar your strength.
Nor surrender
The adamant core
That anchors you.


bridge

Bridge the distance of hatred with love
Bring to the patrons of war a dove
Bridge the crack of indifference with smiles
Smashing those rocks of selfish wiles
Bridge your way to the lesser blessed
They are but the Lord's conscience tests
Bridge the void between heaven and earth
As you forgo your pleasures for others mirth

Serenity