Hope Dies for Prompt 39 Unwanted Truth

My truth is the one where hope dies
It shivers on the barricades
It is verdant in the Everglades
But when the jury must be swayed
Just silence and a nothingness replies

My truth is the one deep known
The greed that every man denies
An ignorance of baby’s cries
A space where not one hero tries
To halt scars cut so deeply to the bone

My truth is in the arms of death
A passage where a light is shown
Is just a garden overgrown
And where we dwell, we dwell alone
Our promises just withered on our breath

(c) Helen Valentina 2014, All Rights Reserved

For mindlovemisery’s prompt at: http://mindlovemisery.wordpress.com/2014/01/19/prompt-39-an-unwanted-reality/

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Captured Moments

vintage albums 03

vintage albums 03 (Photo credit: Kimberly Mahr)

Sweet photographs
Yellowing with time
Remind me of you
And such days sublime
Captured moments of
Our lives and love
The way we seemed to fit
Just like hand in glove

Such sweet treasures these
Perfect memories
Herein portraits bound
All our vision found

Lovely photos here
In our album old
Keep the fires burning
Banish every cold
And if we were yearning
For days that we knew
Here in captured moments
All our flowers grew

© Helen Valentina 2014, All Rights Reserved

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Next In Line

English: grapes or vine

English: grapes or vine (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

I’m here
Your next in line
I’m alone
But I’m feeling fine
I can wait
For the longest time
The longest time

Don’t forget
That I’m next in line
Patience is
A virtue so divine
And you’re worth
All my precious time
My precious time

I’m always
Waiting next in line
Anticipating
From the slightest sign
That you see me
Not left on the vine
Left on the vine

© Helen Valentina 2014, All Rights Reserved

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Cultural Reboot

Going back to the beginning
Unravelling the weave
Re-dressing our biases
All that we believe
Tabula rasa
Fashion is so tired
Every move a cliché
Reboot is required
Just to get through the day

Going back to our roots now
So forgotten so long
Eschewing the magazines
Releasing all the songs
Hitting a re-start
Glamour is lacking
She’s just too old and spent
Cultural reboot needed
Nothing can relent
Just to get through the day

© Helen Valentina 2014, All Rights Reserved

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Winter Rose – for Prompt 38 Tender Love

These hands I will now clasp to yours
My cheek soft upon your cheek
I’ll stare the very tempest down
And gather all you seek
So in this precious moment
Your sadness is complete
I’ll take from you each drop of grief
And lay here at your feet

I feel it, every darkened wrench
That tears upon your heart
I’ve plumbed your very depth of loss
When hope and light depart
But gathered now within my arms
I’ll buffer from the storm
So winter’s pale and truest bud
Can yet have bloom, be born

I’ll tend to every unjust wound
To blood give perfect balm
I’ll stride alone through hell itself
To save your soul from harm
So may it be on some sweet morn
Your days more blessed be
For this and more I have now sworn
To love you tenderly

(c) Helen Valentina 2014, All Rights Reserved

For mindlovemisery’s prompt at: http://mindlovemisery.wordpress.com/2014/01/12/prompt-38-tender-love/

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Mood Indigo

blue moon (39/365)

blue moon (39/365) (Photo credit: Tim Geers)

Navy black depression
Too many coffees consumed
This desperate day
Awaking desolate
Without rhyme or reason
In doubt and dismay
Mood indigo
Crosses your brittle thoughts
Like a lost memory
All of these colours
Just fading away
Just the light you can’t see

© Helen Valentina 2014, All Rights Reserved

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Synchronicity and the Strangeness of Creativity

Hi

So I’ve finished the first draft of my ghost story novel. But I don’t want to talk about that so much as something odd that has happened in the last few of days of writing it.

To put this in perspective I need to tell you a bit about the novel. It is a story of a ghost, or possibly of necromancy, or possibly of shared madness. Its title, importantly, is “The Circles“. The circles in this context are levels of consciousness, the web of energy through which life passes to death and possibly back again to new life. The occultist in the novel talks a lot about the concept – it is central to his beliefs and his aims.

He also talks a lot about coincidence and synchronicity, which raises the question of where the first leads to the second, or where the second may be mistaken for the first. In the last third of the novel he makes the comment that the synchronicities in his life are increasing and that this always happens when something important is occurring from a broader, spiritual sense.

So, I’m busy writing that theme and near the end of the book and I take a break (for my aging back’s sake) to watch the latest Jonathan Creek episode I’d taped from the ABC a couple of nights before. Imagine my surprise when a central part of that is a text message saying “remember the year of the Circles”.

Still, one instance is probably a coincidence.

A couple of days later I’m reading through some of my favourite blogs and I come across a poem ( at: http://bashoandjung.wordpress.com/2014/01/08/1-8-14-dream-haiku-what-the-hell-wednesday/  ) that refers to gravity making everyone run ‘in circles’.

Hhhmm, I thought. Interesting.

Then, on a slightly different but related theme, I get my copy of S.K Nicholls wonderful book ‘Red Clay and Roses’ in the mail (which I am currently reading and it is a delight, I highly recommend it!! – the all important link is at: http://redclayandroses1.wordpress.com/redclayandrose/   ). And in my novel there is a psychiatrist that my narrator calls ‘the good doctor’. In Red Clay and Roses’ a key character, as I discover, is also called ‘The Good Doctor’.

Common enough term I suppose, but still, seeing it so soon after using the term in my writing was intriguing.

Then this morning I was reading Skye’s wonderful photography blog and find this post: http://ohthethingsweshallsee.com/2014/01/10/have-you-always-had-that-circle-spinning-around-on-your-forehead/  which talks about the ‘circles’ we get when computers run slow.

So, how many does it take to move from coincidence to synchronicity? Well, probably depends on what you believe about the world and how you see it, which also happens to be a major theme of the novel I just drafted.

So it got me thinking how strange the creative process can be. There’s a phenomenon I’ve read about called morphic resonance, where people simultaneously across the world come up with the same new, inventive idea, without any actual connection between them. I guess synchronicity works a bit like that.

So it really makes you wonder….. (cue Led Zeppelin Stairway music, LOL) – so I thought I’d ask my fellow writers – have any of you had strange connections and synchronicities, or anything else a bit spooky, while you wrote?

Cheers

Helen V

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Blog/Life Balance

Hi

So my new novel, the ghost story, is proceeding well. I’m about two-thirds or more through and should have it complete, all things being equal, by the time I return to work mid next week. I’ve also done some research on traditional publishing and literary agents so when January is done and most open for submissions again I shall pursue that for the third novel while simultaneously getting the ghost story manuscript assessed and edited.

So that’s all good! 🙂  But possibly the most important resolution I made was to get balance back in my blogging life. While I love it, when also juggling a ridiculously busy job characterised by very long hours, the blogging becomes like a work extension rather than a joy. So to re-balance that I’ve made a decision – I shall only schedule poems for one every three days for the next few months at least (as work will be particularly busy in the first half of 2014). I will still try to drop in to WordPress and keep up with other blogs each day, but if I don’t get here every day it won’t seem so odd if I’m not around (mind you, for all I know none of you may notice anyway, LOL, but I’m just letting you know in case you do!!)

So, I will be around,and I’ll probably sometimes just write a poem on a day one isn’t scheduled and post it, and I’ll keep up with mindlovemisery’s Sunday prompts, but overall I’ll be around less for the next few months. I’ve read a few blog posts about people considering whether to keep on with their blogs and their writing in 2014 lately. I fully intend to do so but to make it more balanced.

That way the joy in doing it and networking with you all should return in full force! 🙂

So, no poem is scheduled for tomorrow, so unless the spirit moves me (which is unlikely as I’m madly obsessed with writing my novel right now) you’ll see the next  poem posted in three days time.  Hope you still drop in to read the poems, even if they aren’t as regular/frequent.  🙂  🙂

Cheers

Helen V

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A God’s Life

greek god

greek god (Photo credit: giopuo)

Immemorial, immaterial
Immortal
This terrible existence
Without end
Competing energy electric
Sing your symphonies
In incorporeal space
And of any earlier mercy
Not a trace

Revered in legend, longing
Lamentations
A god’s life spans
Everything
Personality of vibrancy
Peculiar vernacular and literacy
Shimmering without sight
And of the promised brand new dawn
There is only night

© Helen Valentina 2014, All Rights Reserved

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Press ‘Start’

Start button

Start button (Photo credit: mag3737)

I was reluctant to begin
To press start entailed
Commitment and belief
It required
An act of faith
My doubting heart eschewed
It needed
Bravery I fear I lacked

I was hesitant to call
To press the buttons necessary
A singular confidence
To wait to hear your voice
Mere moments of sheer hell
And perhaps the courage
To fail, lingered distant
On my horizon

I was avoiding a beginning
Press start would mean
A possible ending loomed too soon
I wandered lost within
A pure, death white room
And waited and I waited
For hopefulness to bloom

© Helen Valentina 2014, All Rights Reserved

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