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Seaside Rendevous

Posted on December 26, 2013 by Helen

Greenland Sea at night (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

I waited for you
I believed
As the tide crashed upon the shore
I drew your name in the sand
Then watched it wash away
Only to draw it again

Our seaside rendezvous you said
Will be grand
Will be the very essence
Of romance and promise
We will speak of it
When we are old
And we will not forget

I waited for you
As the sun dipped
Below the watery horizon
And the ships, weary of the day
Lowered sails for the night
As lights from seaside homes
Played a coloured canopy
On the sea blackened
By encroaching night

Our seaside rendezvous you said
Is just for us
A moment out of time
Perfection’s shadow against our future
Hands entwined

I waited for you
As the moon rose majestic
Against the starlit sky
I still believed
Against all odds
You would soon arrive
I waited for you…..

Posted in Poetry, Water | Tagged affair, choice, cruelty, denial, lost love, lovers, madness, memory, pain, passion, rendevous, seaside | 14 Comments

All I Want For Christmas

Posted on December 25, 2013 by Helen

christmas stars (Photo credit: mararie)

All I want
A moment of belief
All I plead
Freedom from this grief
No gift given
Can ever compare
To such grace
Following there

All I want
Is simply what I need
All these bonds
Of doubting here I’m freed
No hope yet
I forever ask
Why believe?
Defeated by the task

Just one day
Taken through the night
All these wrongs
Somehow put to right
Angels cry
Voice their melody
In their hearts
Do they remember me?

All I ask
All that I can pray
Simple joy
Breaking with the day
All I want
A moment of belief
Heaven above
Hopeful, here beneath

Heaven above
Hopeful, here beneath

Posted in Fire, Poetry | Tagged alchemy, Aspiration, belief, choice, Christmas, desire, Grace, Philosophy, Spiritual, truth | 14 Comments

Golden Age

Posted on December 25, 2013 by Helen

English: The “Darnley Portrait” of Elizabeth I of England, oil on panel, 113 x 78.7 cm, National Portrait Gallery, London (NPG 2082). Probably painted from life, this portrait is the source of the face pattern called “The Mask of Youth” which would be used for authorized portraits of Elizabeth for decades to come (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

This golden age
This reign
Majesty and poetry
A woman above all men
A thunderstorm
With lightning shot through
Above all the games
The courtiers do
The golden tresses
Red lips of flame
This reign

This golden age
This queen
Born of lost betrayal
Arising from treachery
A symphony
With superlative grace
Such dignity
A pale, grave face
This nation’s dream
This queen

Posted in Fire, Poetry | Tagged Anne Boleyn, history, Philosophy, Queen Elizabeth 1, royalty, Tudor, tudor england | 7 Comments

Stitch In Time

Posted on December 24, 2013 by Helen

Русский:Вышивка крестом (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

She said we should be like
A stitch in time
Not a moment too late
Or precipitate
Not a memory too lost
Or bitter cost
Just the perfect moment to strike
A stitch in time

She said the game was all
A stitch in time
Not an overdone song
That takes too long
Not some lost strategy
Or foolery
Not a forsaken siren call
A stitch in time

Posted in Earth, Poetry | Tagged belief, choice, Craft, Cross-stitch, Musings, Needlework, strategy | 8 Comments

Hypnosis

Posted on December 24, 2013 by Helen

Derren Brown (Photo credit: lwpkommunikacio)

Calming voice
Heard just above the breeze
Light touch to forehead
Relaxes by degrees
Somewhere a bell is chiming
Seems so very far away
I think that I forgot my name
Somewhere along the way

Hear the clock
Hanging high upon the wall
I’m floating softly
Somewhere above it all
I think I might remember
Lost moments when I cared
But if I try to touch them
I find that they’re not there

Surrendering all
Hostage to this voice
I should still care
But it seems I have no choice
Remembering eyes
A blistering gaze on me
I really can’t care at all
I am no longer free

Posted in Air, Poetry | Tagged belief, delusion, Derren Brown, dissociation, Dreams, Hypnosis, madness, memory, Musings | 9 Comments

Late Afternoon Argument

Posted on December 23, 2013 by Helen

Late afternoon sun (Photo credit: Auntie P)

It might have been the blistering sun
Reflecting from the water
It might have been the temperature
Leeching through our summer clothes
It might have been the low level humming
Of people’s laughter and life nearby

It might have been your constant reminders
Of words spoken so long ago
It might have been ill-disguised condemnation
Implicit in the stories you chose
It might have been the distant headache
Drawing its rhythm ever closer
It might have been that this was summer
Supposed to be joyful
Supposed to be light

Whatever it was, this conflagration
Rose like a fire on dry kindling
And the words that we have spoken
Reverberate again
While hearts still beating
Raise for another round
Another venture, each determined
To be right
It might have been pleasant this morning
But it will be darker here tonight.

Posted in Fire, Poetry | Tagged argument, belief, choice, conflict, dark, lost love, memory, Musings, pain, passion, Relationships, truth | 9 Comments

Say My Name

Posted on December 23, 2013 by Helen

English: Four seasons collage from four Wikimedia Commons images: Spring, Summer, Autumn and Winter (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Say my name
In deepest Winter
As icicles form upon
Your very breath
You’ll call me thief
Of joyful memories
Make me someone
You won’t forget

Say my name
When Autumn’s colours
Paint a picture
Upon the lawn
I am the forgotten
Piece you needed
Deeply hidden
And forlorn

Say my name
When Spring’s effervescence
Draws a melody
From your lips
I’m the words
You’ve never spoken
I’m the hand
That never grips

Say my name
Through Summer’s glowing
Let me be the cool
Afternoon breeze
You are cruel
You’ll turn here from me
You’re the one
Who’s never pleased

Posted in Poetry, Water | Tagged autumn, cruelty, dark, denial, Dreams, lost love, Love, pain, passion, Relationships, sadness, seasons, Spring, summer, winter | 10 Comments

Prism

Posted on December 22, 2013 by Helen

English: Diagram of a dispersion prism Magyar: Egy fényt szóró prizma ábrája. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

I’ve been watching you
I’ve quite a singular view
Across the laneway by design
All things come to me in time
This prism that refracts the light
Brings me your secrets every night
I am always watching you
And there is nothing you can do

I record your days
Your habits and your little ways
Like a holograph you dance
Beside your cupboards and your plants
This prism is my data source
As through my blood such secrets course
I am always watching you
And there is nothing you can do

Posted in Air, Poetry | Tagged choice, dark, fear, light, prism, recording, Refraction, stalker, surveillance, watching | 6 Comments

Eclectic

Posted on December 22, 2013 by Helen

Energy focussed on individuality
Crystal precision cuts through glass
Leaving no trace of rank normalcy
Even the perfect lost to the past
Curious imperfections maketh the man
Time and again it’s the flaw we love
Inspired by thoughts beyond normal span
Comes innovation’s hand in our glove

Posted in Fire, Poetry | Tagged acrostic, acrostic poem, Aspiration, belief, choice, eclectic, identity, individual, Musings, uncommon | 6 Comments

Swan Song – for Prompt 35 Holiday Stories

Posted on December 22, 2013 by Helen

English: Section of the Lasseter Highway, Northern Territory, Australia. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Sweltering dusty, lonesome streets
On this hazy mid afternoon
Somewhere a jukebox is playing
Jangling, discordant tunes
It was June

You said let’s plan an escapade
A once in a lifetime reverie
A special moment in the sun
Punctuated by its brevity
Sheer levity

I said our crime is only
An accident of subtle choice
On the run now to infinity
Fleeing even God’s own voice
We rejoice

Young and reckless hearted
Freedom is just a car
This highway where we started
No matter where we are
We’re shooting stars

Spreadeagled on the night sky
With such secrets we can’t tell
We’re chasing our lost innocence
Just like Lucifer we fell
To hell

‘Neath blistering sky still running
These roads too bleak and long
Despite our strength we’re headed
To where we most belong
Swan song

For mindlovemisery’s prompt at: http://mindlovemisery.wordpress.com/2013/12/22/prompt-35-holiday-stories/

This prompt was a challenge. These days to me the holidays just mean quiet and peacefulness, and I couldn’t think of a way of writing about that in an interesting manner, so I’ve chosen fiction instead, with a Thelma and Louise-esque type of road trip to oblivion…the ultimate holiday into infinity….. 🙂 🙂