After waiting and waiting. The time has finally come. Grandma is fully vaccinated. The kids can come and stay. They are elated. I look at the bags to pack and realize – my pack in a heartbeat skill have faded. I’m back to writing lists and overthinking.
Seasons come and go They never forget how to Continuous flow
This is the third most read post from April last year.
Over the rainbow. Seduced by trust. Dreamy infatuation. Wholehearted crush. Finally here. My soul’s fairest. Eyes lock. My whole body blush. Clothes gone. Blown away like dust. Lips meet. Heartbeats rush. Falling together. Into the arms of lust. Blissfully lost in love’s first flush.
Shadow people before my eyes Drifting aimlessly through their lives Foggy as rainy crying skies Shadow people before my eyes Fading as sorrow’s darkness rise Remembering just negatives Shadow people before my eyes Drifting aimlessly through their lives
Nobody holds then as they cry No one a kind helping hand gives Sorrow without friends multiply Nobody holds then as they cry Nobody these souls fortify They are dark depressions captives Nobody holds then as they cry No one a kind helping hand gives
Shadow people before my eyes What can get then to see bright life Fading away ‘til their souls dies Shadow people before my eyes Unable to see the blue skies Lost without finding hope inside Shadow people before my eyes What can get then to see bright life
I’m half a month early, but this one is written for Mental Health Awareness Month. A way to show that there are a lot of people out there who suffer from depression, and do so thinking and feeling they are all alone. Because that is part of how depression works, isolating us from the rest of the world.
But you are not alone! There is help to get!
For many there are loved ones that would like nothing better than to give help, support and love. And if you don’t have loved ones who care, there is support and help to get, from others who have suffered as you do and from professionals. But you have to reach out or open up just a little bit for them to know you need help. And that I know from personal experience is not always an easy thing.
Writing a triple triolet as in Trapped, Imprisoned In Her Own Mind, was so fun and challenging enough that I just had to do it again. Because that way it feels like you get a chance to make the triolet go somewhere and not just be a repetitive poem stuck in one place.
Holding fast He was soon borne away by the waves and lost in darkness and distance
Mary Shelley – Frankenstein
I woke in a steady bed Not a bunk rolled by the sea Weak as a baby chick Occluded like thick fog
A sturdy woman Probably the cook Accustomed to being obeyed Ordered me to have some broth
Hers not the delicate hands that bandaged my injuries Her coarse voice not the sweet note Who sung knitting chants over my broken bones
I ate and slept Ate and slept again Dreaming of Zwaluw Our lovely vessel Tossed like kindling in an angry sea
On the third day I woke to a vision Beautiful Goddess Lilly white arms Long red tresses Dressed in forest green
Her musical voice Shatters the vision
Real Mistress of the island
Sea blue-green eyes Carrying deep grief Ghosts of the past Expressive lips I dare not dwell upon Delicate hands I’ve felt upon my skin Tiny belted waist Gently swelling hips I try to keep my eyes from rising
Again those stormy eyes Not touched by the lips knowing smile
Like she knows the direction of my thoughts The deep pounding of my heart
Oh, Nehalennia, Goddess of the North Sea What are your designs Casting me stranded upon these shores