Seeing lightning

I've been seeing lightning
Even through sunny days
Black dots and floaties
Moving around my eyes
Thought they were black birds
Thought they were wriggly worms
Tricking my very senses
With their crazy moving forms
My vision has been blurry
Over the past few months it seems
Brightened images I've been seeing
In the distance, everything gleams
Went to the doctor; the optometrist
Had my eyes checked; light beams
Shone into my poor eyes
Found the culprit; behind the scenes
A slight detachment of my retina
Was the cause of my unhappiness
Nothing really to worry about she said
But keep in mind this; lower your stress
If it should get worse; lightning storms
Many black spots; much increased
Get to the hospital please do not delay
For then you will surely be unimpressed
Your retina wil be in distress
Your vision in peril it's true
Get to the nearest hospital
Only they will be able to help you

Love me hate me

Love me hate me
Call me what you like
I will not surrender
No matter how deep you strike
Yes I've made errors
Yes I am imperfect; oh indeed
What right have you to judge me?
After all 'tis you who made me bleed
I love you; but do not have to like you
Though you are of my seed
Oh viper you have burned me
How nasty you have turned
Call me selfish; greedy; liar
When it is you who stole with greed
Look at your own reflection
See the person you've become
You need some introspection
For 'tis you have aimed the gun...

Morning bliss

Early in the darkest morning 
My lover comes in to me 
Bringing a new day's dawning 
Sunshine upon the softest breeze 
Sweet lips gently probing
My mind awakens to his kiss
Warm hands caress my silken skin
As love springs forth from within

Bumblebee delight

Ah to fall into a flower
From the dizziest of heights
To be covered in sweetest pollen
Like a bumblebee in flight
Ah to be enveloped in soft petals
Surrounded by the gentlest of hues
A tiny winged creature lost in slumber
Beneath the deepest of summer blues

Can't we stop hurting each other

Why can't we stop?
Hurting each other 
Why do words 
Get in the way?
Why do we pretend?
Why is it a bother 
When it is 
So easy to say 
"I'm sorry"
"I love you"
"Please forgive me"
"Please don't turn away"
Would you even listen?
Would you even let me?
Show how much I care 
God help us to recover 
From this disease 
From this awful malaise 
That stops us from 
Being loving to each other 
In these awful latter days 

The lake

The lake lays waiting
Calling out to me
Here I swam years ago
Here I could feel free
Darkened skies overhead
Rain threatens to fall
Yet still I've come; you see
These waters; to me call
My children swam here too
Now my grandchildren also
I hear voices echoing
Fond memories I recall
As a child growing up
Over many long years
Here I frolicked joyfully
Here I remember too
As a teenager we gathered
In our cars we drove
Around this lake many times
Just because we could
Laughter echoed into the sky
Just as it does today
Only 'tis other voices laughing now
Precious grandchildren frolicking
Just like I did when I was small

She cries her tears

She works each day 
Gets on with her life 
But inside she cries 
Loving Nana and wife 
She cuddles them close 
As they fall asleep 
She leaves the room 
She cannot sleep 
In another room 
She cries her tears 
Where nobody hears 
Inside she keeps her fears 
For soon she knows they will go
Far away to a land of winter snow 
Hot summer sun will scorch them too
What is this poor Nana to do? 
So she pretends that it's alright 
As she struggles to sleep at night 
And she cries her tears 
When nobody is around 
Yes she cries her tears 
When nobody hears 
God knows her inner fears 

Tranquility base

Tranquility among the pain
Peace amid the strain
A little bubble is all I ask
Before it begins again
Through the eye of the storm
A tornado blows me round
Only the good Lord knows
How my soul remains sound
Inside my head a whirlwind goes
Thoughts in transit; then in repose
I may seem unruffled; may seem blessed
But this inner peace; is sacrosanct
My dearest angels; they assist
I feel their gentlest loving touch
The softest sweetest carress
This is my blessing; tranquility base

My hands are yours

My hands are yours mum
I see in them your lines
The same bone structure
The same skin; nails
As I held your tired hands
Those last few times, mum
I felt your warmth; your love
Now they are here to remind me
Of your earthly days
Though I cannot touch you
Though you have gone from me
Here in these hands of mine
I see; I feel; you; within me
I feel your bloodline pulsing
Your genes make me who I am
For your precious loving hands
I thank you...

The artist

Upon canvas; board; paper too

The artist captures you

Oils, charcoal; pencils, paint

Brushes dipped; thick or thin

The portrait emerges from within

A hint of a smile upon her dial

A touch of colour upon soft cheek

Layers of tints; bring forth the face

Amid flowing hair; draped; curled

Such pleasant beauty; grace

Glows life within those mediums

After sitting still; in tedium

She is captured in still life

Forever there in beauty; his wife

The Photographer

With film in his camera
Ideas within his head
A good photographer
Captures the scenery
Takes the time to shoot
The subject he seeks
Background; framing it
Lighting it; shading it
Searches days; weeks
Until just the right rays
Uplift the scenery
There amid the greenery
His prey; caught upon film
Eyes bright with delight 
He shares that precious sight 

The railway man

Travelling back through time
Pain; mind rebelling
Against abhorrent crimes
War; the ampi-theatre
Where the acts played out
Cruelty dealt
Without regard for life
Starvation; illness; overwork
All because of higher powers
Lying to their own people
Propaganda; wrong agenda
Many died for little gain

A radio to hear some news
The cause of all their pain
They only sought to escape it all
By hearing a familiar voice
A little news to ease it all
To give a little hope
Anything but to surrender
Anything to help them cope

The Railway Man
Starring Colin Firth

Still hanging on

Some days I feel like this old tree

Empty of leaves; empty of life
Just barely hanging on...
My roots; my toes
Digging...
Into the soil of my days...
No life left within my veins
Hollow...
Dry...
Yet still there are tears enough to cry