Going Viral… Coronavirus takes us to the brink Of madness as we panic-buy in fear Like animals we act on base instinct Protect the family we hold so dear Across the globe the virus does its worst Infection spreads with total disregard As all humanity feels sorely cursed The death toll rises, hits whole countries hard First plagues of locusts, now this pestilence With biblical proportions swarms the land Man’s arrogance, so selfish, so immense Reduced to nought by nature’s sweeping hand With no immunity, the human race Must meet this deadly virus, face to face…
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Emotional Oblivion
Emotional Oblivion… If only I could capture how it feels Describe destructive passions as they rise Record their tightening grip with strength so real Write down in words my silent, strangled cries. Such visceral sensations surge and fall Emotion sickness, writhing hard and fast Internally I cannot think at all So overwhelmed by feelings, urgent, vast… But then the raging storm inside runs still And empty spirit, hollowed out, bereft Of every sense and feeling, waits until A germ of hope can heal whatever’s left. For now with heavy heart and soulless sigh Emotional oblivion creeps by…
The Sound of Seagulls
The sound of seagulls stirs me from my sleep
Their haunting cry a strangely sad lament
That speaks of old emotions strong and deep
Bereft with loss, they mourn with voices rent
With flurried wings they settle; vantage high
Their scrabbling claw-feet scratching sloping slate
I sense their presence, hear their plaintive cry
Strong harmonies like river-song in spate
But lying warm in bed I snuggle down
And pull the covers close with no delay
Beyond the curtains sunrise starts to crown
As night gives birth to amber skies of day
I dream of seagulls soaring high above
Protecting me with mournful songs of love… ❤
Dottled and Thrawn…
Dottled and Thrawn...
A million loving moments fill my head
Remembering my dad from childhood years,
But facing new realities instead
His failing fragile mind prompts blurring tears.
As vascular dementia takes its toll
Forgetful blank confusion plays cruel tricks,
Bewildered absence taunts his stubborn soul
And thrawn and dottled's not an easy mix!
Each tiny blockage works to undermine
The crumbling bedrock of his memory,
His world's diminished, harder to define
Frustrating future beckons senselessly...
And once the day has come when no "Dad"s left
We'll simply go on loving, quite bereft...
PS For the non-Scots speakers of you out there, “Dottled” means in a state of dotage and “Thrawn” means stubborn… 🙂
Soliloquy…
Soliloquy…
Within my screaming mind I hear such noise
Cacophonies reverberate immense
Tempestuous and lacking shape or poise
Staccato sounds unformed make no real sense
My mental maelstrom silences my voice
Prevents my thoughts form clearly in my head
Like tongue-tied mute I struggle, stripped of choice
My larynx flayed, I cry a storm instead…
But in a while my wild brain calms once more
Such quietude replaces strident shout
And settling, soft words soon come to the fore
Caress my tongue and dance so sweetly out
Soliloquies flow gently with such ease
Like ribbons streaming freely in the breeze…
Weekly Smile: 15 Oct 2018
Just Smile…
If I could smile at everyone I see
And try to make the world a better place
I’d do it in a heartbeat, just to be
A nicer member of the human race
To smile is such a simple thing to do
A universal sign of friendliness
And hopefully a smile returns to you
Connection made, anxiety feels less
But modern life’s not always very kind
As cultures clash, suspicion grows to fear
Some only see what they expect to find
And listen to what they’re prepared to hear
So try to be more thoughtful and embrace
The power of a smile upon your face…
My poetic contribution to ‘The Weekly Smile‘ on Trent’s Blog 🙂
I really love the idea of finding things weekly to smile about, so hopefully will be joining in with Trent on a regular basis 🙂
Contradictions…
Contradictions…
I wonder sometimes who is really me
Opposing facets help me face the world
Each element a part identity
Each fold of me so easily unfurled
I feel compelled to fill my active brain
Expand intelligence with vim and verve
Whilst too much stimulation causes pain
And mindful solitude soothes fraying nerves
My wanderlust creates such restless glee
Engaging mind in forward thinking gear
Yet though my heart may long to wander free
It also yearns for home and those held dear
In spite of much confusion in my soul
My many contradictions keep me whole…
Politically Preposterous
Politically Preposterous…
When Trump first ran for President we mocked
Looked forward with amusing disbelief
To watching this crazed narcissist be blocked
From serious high office – such relief!
There’s nothing presidential in his speech
Just cocksure arrogance and whipped-up fear
Our certainty this race would never reach
A final count with Clinton in the rear…
But somewhere down the line we got it wrong
Misjudged the situation to our cost
Trump’s lies obscured the real facts all along
Now truth reveals so many freedoms lost
America has lost the plot for sure
Rise up and vote him out the only cure…
