The sun hit the green at a perfect one-day hundred degrees, tracing the bark of an old pine tree.

It lit up the garden, my smiles and beads of morning dew; making them twinkle.

The sun hit the green at a perfect one-day hundred degrees, lifting me out of the doldrums; just enough to see hope over the hedgerow.

The swell pulled her. It took all the strength she had, not to drown.

Great waves of hope and purpose, sucked her in, again and again.

Repeated disappointment eroded her smile, and with each drag, she felt a little more hollow - until finally; there was a gaping hole, full of salty sorrow.

Luckily, she knew she wasn't the only pebble on the beach.

After I am gone

My body laid to rest

The earth will claim my atoms

Having given of my best

My body laid to rest

With seed and stone I'll lie

Having given of my best

When it is my time to die

With seed and stone I'll lie

And after winter, comes spring

When it is my time to die

But know I'll go on living

And after winter, comes spring

The earth with claim my atoms

But know I'll go on living

After I am gone

Do you remember?  

We watched the children play 

It was last November

You said you were leaving and I begged you to stay 

We watched the children play 

I asked you what's wrong

You said you were leaving and I begged you to stay 

You looked at your feet, said you didn't belong

I asked you what's wrong

But you wouldn't explain 

You looked at your feet, said you didn't belong

My heart broke that day, with the weight of our pain

But you wouldn't explain 

It was last November 

My heart broke that day, with the weight of our pain 

Do you remember?

Based on the rules of a Pantoum. Inspired to write by two remarkably talented friends of mine, who are also fellow Lettrists and Skylarkers - Firdaus and Phynnebelle. You both write so much more eloquently, but I hope you still like my attempt at dabbling. ♥

A sparkle catches my eye

A splinter of emerald green

Almost unseen

Peaking through kelp and apricot

shells

Beckoning me

I reach down and unearth it

Brushing off damp sand and salt

It's a piece of glass

Smooth and weighty

The curve of a bottle

So ugly and ordinary in it's past

life

Now a thing of great beauty

A gem lying in the palm of my

hand

I ponder it's journey

Running curious fingers over

chiseled angles

Then slip it into my pocket

Another mermaid's tear for my

collection

I dipped a foot

Into the sunlit brook

Where the dippers flew

Gathered pebbles

Smooth, cool and flat

To skim across the view

Watched water voles

Listened to the trees

Trailed fingers in the shallows

Spangled light

And dappled shade

I played between the shadows

Then waded in

Toes to shins

Skirt tucked into underwear

To sit upon

A mossy rock

To contemplate and stare

Shoals of fish

And tangleweed

Swam with the swollen current

Happy times

Amid untold horrors

Stories too abhorrent

A week away

Within the lakes

For the sake of my mother

Who needed rest

A different nest

On the loosing of her father

The rain poured down

All night and day

For six of the seven

Raining down

On all of us

Sadness in the heavens

Then upon

The seventh day

Just as the Bible told

The Sun came out

Clouds moved away

And we lay in pools of gold

Jack

It's a word so small, that it fits neatly in one hand - Disyllabic and smooth as a rounded pebble.

But the ones I know, are a gift produced by tongues, tears and remorseful tones; rather than the lick of salty waves upon a beach.

You have gifted me many such pebbles since we met. Enough for me to build myself a cairn to mark the end of hope.

In the beginning, you gave me stones of such beauty Jack. Do you remember? They reflected your love and your regrets. But times have changed. Much like your feelings.

In latter years, they've become little more than rough, ugly chippings; that stick in your throat and mine. They are worthless.

Your ability to polarise all that you touch, has broken me Jack. And as someone who is more interested in his other leading lady, this time; I shall make sure to use words you will understand.

You have missed your curtain call!

Between you and me, I don't know how we got here. But I do know I can't move this mountain of rubble alone. I'm not even sure I even want to try a any more. I've moved on too, you see.

And so, as the one who always wanted the final word but rarely got it, I will take this opportunity to throw the last stone - who knows, maybe it'll fit your latest fling.

With no regrets,

Your wife!