Guardian Angel. Statue on the Krasnystaw’s cemetery. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
What song will you sing
In this moment
Of dark remembering?
What words will you say
As the world we knew
Passes away?
What eulogy you write
As shadows
Encompass this night?
And what flavour your sigh
While in lost
Defeat we now die?
Oh what song will you sing
And what dark morn
Shall this bring?
(c) Helen Valentina 2013, All Rights Reserved
English: Glass of Red Wine with a bottle of Red Wine shot on a white background. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
This wine has aged too much
Gone past its prime
The redness of its hue
Is soaked with time
This wine has soured its taste
Its time has passed
The toast that it may seek
Is fading fast
This wine is blood-red lies
Like twisted hearts
And all the connoisseurs
Will soon depart
This wine was never good
Its grapes were never fine
I see this love we lost
Is so much like this wine
(c) Helen Valentina 2013, All Rights Reserved
Brooklyn Museum NOV2011 Albano The Fallen Angels detail 2 (Photo credit: Mark B. Schlemmer)
We are of the fallen
Giant wings folded
Glancing behind us
To horizons lost
We are of the fallen
Icarus’ brothers
Sun worship songs
Of ancient times
We are of the fallen
Strove for a moment
To be only ourselves
A thing apart
We are of the fallen
Fell for this folly
Took the choice given
Paying the cost
We are of the fallen
Broken and splintered
Yearning for unity
Communion of the lost
(c) Helen Valentina 2013, All Rights Reserved
I was not what you expected
Not what the wrapping would imply
I was more unguarded moments
Than a player ought to try
To a lover, sweet perplexity
Escaping on a sigh
I was not what you expected
I was only passing by
All your poems and pretty speeches
All your songs to make me cry
All your ways of sly seduction
On such things did you rely
How you sought to draw me to you
So in your warm embrace I’d lie
Came to nothing, you mis-understood
I was only passing by
(c) Helen Valentina 2013, All Rights Reserved
shadow on sidewalk (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
Well hello
Mr Alienation
So strange to see you
At my door
I admit to
Some fascination
To understand what
You’ve come here for
Come inside
Mr Denial
Have you broken
All your vows?
Is this just
A strange reprisal
You are bringing
To me now?
Do not stay
Mr Criminal
I’d not speak
With you for long
As there’s something
Quite subliminal
In the rhythm
Of your song
Well goodbye
Mr History
Not a word
Could you betray
So you remain
But a lost mystery
And will be so
From this day
(c) Helen Valentina 2013, All Rights Reserved
Gecenin Koynunda / In the Night’s Soul (Photo credit: Kuzeytac (will be back soon))
The water runs cold
Like your blood
Reptilian eyes
Raise their wary hoods
The surf that breaks
Upon a distant shore
Recalls your form
In some strange place before
Remembering well
The day you turned to me
Ensnared my gaze
And saw me piteously
The water runs dry
Like this withered heart
I will survive
Much better now apart
(c) Helen Valentina 2013, All Rights Reserved
English: Water smoothed rocks (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
Like water over rocks
The change will happen
Will take hold
There is no
Victory march
No grand celebration
To behold
And while
The path’s forgotten
Yet the story can be told
And be remembered
If not precisely
Still with warmth
As we grow old
Like water over rocks
A change of view
A newer scene
A complete re-write
Of history
Of where we might have been
And yet we are
Evolving
To something in between
Where once
The darkness lingered
Now the world
Is lush and green
Like water over rocks
Injustice falters
And is lost
Not through speeches
Or great drama
But through incremental cost
And does it matter
If to win this
We must deal now with our host?
Like water over rocks
We’ll gain this
Find the world we need the most.
(c) Helen Valentina 2013, All Rights Reserved
This is your month my dear
In May how strange it is
The memories are so clear
Even now I find
In this oh so distant year
It seems you still are here
Perhaps it’s just
That this is your month my dear
It is your turn this time
To give a lovely melody
To these simple words of rhyme
To be to me a symphony
As lemon is to lime
A pairing so sublime
Perhaps it’s just
That it is your turn this time
Is it true that you cannot let it go
That to grasp the past
Is the way to make it flow?
To speak of secrets
Only you and I may know
That makes each moment slow
Perhaps it’s just
That you cannot let it go
This is your month I see
A month so long ago
When all this came to be
As songs you sing with bitter melody
Of how this led to me
And how we’re never free
Perhaps it’s just
That this is your month I see
(c) Helen Valentina 2013, All Rights Reserved
If I could heal
This rift, this damage
I would do so
I am no healer
Nor prophet I
Nor guide to light the path
I’m just a smile
That led the innocent
To their dark side
I’m just the voice
That sought to sing glory
But played a dirge
If I could forgive
Do so entirely
Take it all upon me
I yet would try
To do one good
Before I die
(c) Helen Valentina 2013, All Rights Reserved
Spreading the word on a wonderful book – Caro’s poem and tribute is heartfelt and beautiful, underscoring the sadness of a creative artist lost to the world too soon, and a wonderful promotion for this author’s work! 🙂
The extraordinary Jemima Layzell wanted to be an author. She is now, but sadly posthumously. She died, unexpectedly, from a brain haemorrhage last year. However, at the age of 13 she decided she wanted to be an organ donor. She saved the lives of eight people and transformed the lives of two more. I urge you to buy her book. It has been endorsed by two children’s laureates, Dame Jacqueline Wilson and Michael Morpurgo. Her book is published today and available via Amazon. Today would have been her birthday. Our thoughts are with Harvey, Sophy and Amelia, who survive her. Please share this, it needs to reach as many people as possible.
Today I am honouring Jemima Layzell,
She wanted to write and she does it well.
She’s prodigiously gifted, as you will see,
If you buy her extraordinarily prescient diary.
Just before she died she told her dad,
That…
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Like most people, I have a number of sides to me. The most interesting one probably emerges through my writing, hence this blog. I love to read, and also to write, and so this is a way to share both.
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