Sonnet II - I’ll Be Fine
As summer passes into autumn flame,
I’m chilled as those words bury to my core,
I try to come to terms, I’m not to blame,
And settle back to what I was before.
I do what I know best - I turned to art,
And ponder on the hand that I’ve been dealt,
That should I let that cold embrace my heart,
A flake of ice would surely never melt.
Instead, I sit here grateful, and assured,
No good will come from hiding in the dark,
The weight of many things that I’ve endured,
Guides me towards a purposeful embark.
The life ahead of me gives off a shine
I know that all is well…and I’ll be fine.
I Have A Wish...
Just to hold a hand
While the world rumbles and roars
Grant me this small gift.
I Release You With Love.
It was when I saw that snake
That sign of deceit
I knew, through you, my heart would break
There was a photo of you two
My vision had come true
Then I saw his eyes
They were kind. And yours in love
And my moment of pity meant little
Because though my insides
Were shattered and brittle
What I felt wasn’t true.
At least, not like you two.
That pain was desire
And it’s not for hire
It’s out there. Just not yours.
So how could I hold it against you?
Let this thing of beauty
Be where I take my cue
I say it to the stars above
I release you with love.
That snake has another meaning
It sheds its skin, reborn gleaming
Through you, I’m free. Thank you.
I can’t seem to drop you
Every highway in my mind
No matter how hard I strive
Diverts from its intended course
To the image of your face
Smirking. Stubble coarse.
Now conducted by text
Gives me a welcome rest.
It’s better at a distance
Lest my eyes reveal me
Or worse…I sight in yours – resistance
But deeper still, I go
I can’t help but feel weak
Your bearing strong, mine meek.
Wincing under the realisation of my own inferiority
All for nothing it seems
Because I’m not your priority.
Was it really so subtle?
You haven’t a notion
What you thought was a puddle
Was really an ocean
Can I make you see
Just how much you mean to me
Limerick #1 - 2017 In Reflection
This year I amassed altogether,
The weight of an eight kilo feather,
Shirt buttons are popping,
There’s no signs of stopping,
It wasn’t my fault, whatsoever.
A fleeting moment
A few words wrapped in a smile
Left a broken heart
'Life creates it, makes it grow. Its energy surrounds us, and binds us. Luminous beings are we, not this crude matter.'