Butterfly
Monarch princess for
Too brief life
Beautiful
Royal pattern flies
Cross the sky
Freedom is
Your birthright and the
Price you pay
Brevity
Is beauty’s namesake
Once again
(c) Helen Valentina 2013, All Rights Reserved
Butterfly
Monarch princess for
Too brief life
Beautiful
Royal pattern flies
Cross the sky
Freedom is
Your birthright and the
Price you pay
Brevity
Is beauty’s namesake
Once again
(c) Helen Valentina 2013, All Rights Reserved
The telephone sits idle in its cradle
The silence is so deafening it hurts
I’ll forget you tomorrow if I’m able
And I’ll pray to god you get your just deserts
The days in this most awful week are dragging
In shock I feel a fire beneath my skin
The healing just eludes, is sadly lagging
I brood, I toss and turn and won’t begin
The email cursor flickers like a warning
Write, re-write the words I’ll never send
Enraged, I find a strange new form of mourning
The urge to seem aloof, to just pretend
I wonder in your world if you are breaking
Do I occupy your thoughts or am I gone?
Do you endure the sorrow I’m partaking
Or has your cheating heart proceeded on?
I yearn to make you suffer for your choices
To have power of effect I know I’ve lost
But I’m just one of yesterday’s voices
And not the one, I fear, you yearn for most
(c) Helen Valentina 2013, All Rights Reserved
Solothefirst has given me my second review for The Seed – and a very kind and generous review it is indeed – thanks so much!! 🙂
Rambles, writing and amusing musings
Book Description
Sara Fraser, a solitary artist, is haunted by her dreams of a past life where she is deeply in love—a concept and experience foreign to her waking existence. Just as she is becoming known for her artistic endeavors, Sara launches a new series of paintings based on her dreams.
Robert Masters, a journalist in a passionless marriage, interviews Sara about her latest work, only to discover a personal connection to her paintings: it seems he is the man in her dreams. But when Robert, a man who prefers to peer inside others’ lives instead of his own, suddenly finds the intrigue of a possible shared history catapulting him into an intense romance with Sara, a story from the past begins to haunt both of them. As the lovers contemplate leaving the waking world to follow their dreams, the possibility of happiness dictates them to take risks they…
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Images frozen in time
Memories hidden from sight
Words without reason or rhyme
Days when we longed for the night
Choices we cannot remake
Betrayal from hurt and from pride
Cruelty for its own sake
Burying truth deep inside
If we may someday recall
Beginnings, the middle, the end
The cost may be greater, or small
Just the loss of a promising friend
(c) Helen Valentina 2013, All Rights Reserved
Could it be
from silence comes
a voice
Could the reach
beyond be a real
choice?
Are there words
a quiet soul may
speak?
Are they worth
the audience
I seek?
All these years
I hid within
these walls
Turned away,
heard not ambition’s
calls
Felt I had
so little new
to say
And my words,
too clumsy
anyway
It’s true there is
no courage without
fear
Security is
just hiding what’s
held dear
And so with all
my bravery, venture
forth
And pray my voice
delivers words
of worth
(c) Helen Valentina 2013, All Rights Reserved
Happy birthday to the wonderful Ionia! 🙂 🙂
My debt to you
is this
Turned cheek and not
a kiss
Closed door and not
your friend
No beginning, just
the end
Your debt to me
unpaid
Justice still remains
delayed
You can only be
denied
I hope this wounds
your pride
(c) Helen Valentina 2013, All Rights Reserved
English: “Pretty in Pink” (2011), pastel and enamel on paper, by Natasja Delanghe (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
She was pretty in pink
Her thirteenth year
The schoolyard games
Still gentle, dear
On the cusp of life
Not knowing fear
She was pretty in pink
Could that be enough
To protect from cruelty
When youth gets rough?
In the face of adversity
Does prettiness bluff?
She was pretty in pink
Some friends less blessed
To teenager cruelty
They’d later attest
But what of the pretty
Do they fare the best?
She was pretty in pink
Some say it made her cruel
She divined her society
Was nobody’s fool
In the schoolyard she realised
She was born to rule
No longer pretty in pink
How the years quickly passed
Incremental defeats
Have vanquished her mask
What was the worth of the pretty?
She might as well ask
What was the worth of the pretty?
She might as well ask
(c) Helen Valentina 2013, All Rights Reserved
Gen Y rules
Blink and you’ll miss them
Bright young things
Reach out for
transitory life
Would-be kings
Queens of time
Not yet old or wise
Think they’ve known
Might arrive
but can’t realise,
overthrown
(c) Helen Valentina 2013, All Rights Reserved