On a cold bitter night
As roaring flames dance
And throw shadows.
Warming glow in the dark
Logs burn and throw sparks
Whilst the wind loudly blows
Outside it softly snows.
Fireplace alight
On a cold bitter night As roaring flames dance And throw shadows. Warming glow in the dark Logs burn and throw sparks Whilst the wind loudly blows Outside it softly snows.
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Little box of hope
Dressed in glitzy wrap and bows Unwrapped lies empty I remember when I was 14 and I moved from Ottawa to Toronto. Days leading up to leaving my best friend and I kept getting into arguments. It turned out it was because neither of us wanted to say good-bye and sometimes it's easier to be angry with somebody than to be vulnerable and have the feeling of missing them. Anger I have learned recently is a secondary emotion that is masking a deeper feeling that you are having but sometimes hurts too much to bring to the surface, feelings like perceived rejection which impact us to our core. I am emotionally intelligent but from time to time I find myself being that 14 year old again and I forget to just let myself be vulnerable and simply tell somebody important to me 'I miss you'.
Winter sky above
Boots crunch in fresh fallen snow Relentless wind blows String of Christmas lights
Tangled at the bottom Of a musty old box Broken and burnt out bulbs A bitter-sweet reminder Nothing lasts forever. When disillusioned
Allow time for reflection Time tempers sorrow Between the seasons
Nature's landscape shows changes Which mirror our lives Red eyes that weep
Lacking in sleep Body that burns Drained,overturned Feel like I've boxed An insomniac Listening to clocks. Stars sparkle brightly
On those nights you can't see them Their beauty remains |
AuthorI have been writing bad poetry since the 80s folks. I am going to turn my hand to writing a non fiction book in 2019, I feel excited by the prospect! Archives
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