Three poems long hidden away on my dusty old Motime blog, so neglected that although I have wanted to share them all summer, I wasn't bothered to go and get them! I can only write poems when I have an overflow of emotion or heartache.
1) Written during recovery from disappointment - I will never forget the day I first had that feeling...
As I watched summer breezes play among the leaves
I wanted him
I never wanted anyone before
Stirrings of first desire
An aching deep inside
Like leaves under an autumn frost
It died a slow and painful death
2) The initial lashing out after said disappointment...
modern mercenary emotional pirates
unforgiving hearts of stone
marching on and on
unbending, unyielding, un...
3) And this one I ran across I know not where, while still feeling low . Thank you Mary, you speak for us all:
He knows not that the dead are thine
The weapon that you fought with was a word,
And with that word you stabbed me to the heart.
Not once but twice you did it, for the sword
Made no blood start.
They have not tried you for your life. You go
Strong in such innocence as men will boast.
They have not buried me. They do not know
Life from its ghost.