Each one of us starts empty,
Just waiting to be filled,
With love and words
And things we learn;
The empty space is killed.
Displaced with all the good things,
And sometimes with the bad,
We learn from
Those around us
And the special times we’ve had. Continue reading
My to do list has a problem,
It never seems to end.
I keep on working through it,
But each item finds a friend.
As soon as I cross something off,
A new task comes along. Continue reading
A moment lived
With love and hope,
Is worth a thousand more,
Where life is just
An aching hole,
When your love is no more.
Of good times passed,
Can live for months and years,
And in them we seek solace,
As we blink away the tears. Continue reading
Posted in Death, Emotions, Life Lessons, Questions
Tagged Bereavement, grief, loss, love, poem, poetry, relationships, tricia
Our first love looks quite different to our last,
Our heart is won, completely and in haste,
We’d die for love before much time has passed,
But often these emotions are a waste.
First love so often meets a bitter end,
Hearts won with ease are broken swiftly too.
First lovers rarely graduate to friends,
The love we thought we felt was not quite true.
Last love, true love, is quite a different thing,
We grow together learning how to be,
We start at winter, slowly move to spring,
This love takes time and nurture like a seed,
And like a seed, with time it will grow strong,
Forever binding two hearts that belong.
[This poem was inspired by this beautiful 'First Love' illustration by MarySue128. The sonnet is not at all what I thought I would write, I may return for a more frivolous look at young love at a later date. I hope you enjoy the deviation from the norm today though].
They’re just letters,
In a line.
In the speaking,
And the order,
And the time.
The right words,
At the wrong time,
Are the wrong words,
And words of love,
Said with regret’s
Love headed for a fall.
From an enemy,
Sound evil, twisted, cruel;
But harsh words
From the ones we love,
Are most painful
When I was a girl,
Someone lent me a book,
“Please don’t bend the spine”
She said with a look
That would terrify Satan,
Turn fishes to stone.
I hoped I’d live up to
The terms of the loan. Continue reading
You’re not allowed to get depressed,
Self-harm or hear voices.
In order to be ill,
In an acceptable way,
You’ve got strictly limited choices.
A broken leg,
A twisted knee,
Angina or a heart attack.
A wounded head,
A fractured wrist,
Fever, vomiting or a bad back. Continue reading