Am I now Too old to cry? Should time have stitched The opened wound? And then one day When I too have to die Would someone else Weep like I now do? Can the ivory bird Now fly And bring to light My darkened sky Or is hope being hoped for Too soon? Now tell me a story Convince me a lie And give me the thread To define existence And give purpose To a withering soul That wants to bloom
The following are short poems I used to introduce each section in my collection of poems Blank Canvas Section 1 Blank Canvas "The canvas of life Laid bare for their artistic showers But all they painted was tragedy ... if only they'd painted flowers" Section 2 Faithfully "In the heart of Eve Secrets are buried Both living and dead Shhh... don't ever ask For she will never tell" Section 3 Mari-Paul "A listening ear Proved to be true A promise for a lifetime: Me and you" Section 4 What a Wonderful Phrase! "There are those days When the sun does shine And we can be happy For a moment in time" Section 5 Venus "When hearts are blinded By youthful desire Reality ignites Burning dreams in its fire" Section 6 A Tale To Tell "In books In life Of a story in time The pen, the paper Listen... "
The song was followed By the bang of the blasts Waltzing along the ballroom field A legacy of hope, shot into the past For the crown has spoken And away hearts would surrender Emotion then must be faithful As life, the battle will plunder And a quadrille is danced without fear Footsteps trotting to the explosion of the hum As hearts twirl in despair Emotion must follow the drum
I feel like sixteen again Whenever you're around I smile, I blush inwardly I just can't let you see How much more than a friend in you I've found But this feeling can never be true I must hide it away Bury it deep in my heart And from what is morally right, far apart This type of love just cannot stay So don't smile at me again And I promise to look away, To think about actions and consequences Then around my heart build strong fences In a memory is where you'll stay
Who’s your favourite poet? Comment below with your answer and a verse or two. Here’s mine:
Carry me on the blue A banana so red Sailing into the twinkle No abyss to dread For the wink of the light Brings a comfort so true That neither nimbus nor trade Can anything fearsome do Blank Canvas... A collection of poems
Away we fly As in our hearts we die But I suffer the pain. Emotions can't deny That Love really did try But what's left should not remain. So as time goes by I will no longer cry For a me and you, for a time and place that's no longer the same. I am not the one to blame
I could never get a hold of the clouds No matter how hard I try And it's always impossible to stop the raindrops When those very clouds cry So difficult it always will be To stretch my hand to the saucer in the sky Or catch the gentle morning breeze As it goes sailing by And as inconceivable as it would forever seem Tonight I must do greater than all the above Tonight I let my hopes and dreams vapourize Tonight, I bury your love
It hurts when you speak to me Please don't stand so very near For my emotions are plain to see Brimming with counted tears How can you even smile at me? Don't you for my feelings care? I may just cry uncontrollably For your presence I can no longer bear Damn it! Just let me be And I will move on in this sphere: Of life and love eternally Turning my fantasy into a most horrific torturing, heartbreaking nightmare
Did I have unrealistic expectations? Some would say I did. But a girl can dream and writers do write. So whilst my debut novel Sans Espoir and my collection of poems Blank Canvas didn't make the impression or have the impact I had hoped they would, I continue to pursue my- no not dream because it's already happened-,*** of being a writer and so I write. There's the reason why I continue: my dream was to be a writer- full stop. And whether book sales continue to crawl or pig fly threw the roof, I measure my success by completion and not $$$. Each time I pen my heart on paper and complete the novel or poem I had set out to write, I am successful. I love writing and will continue to love it, live it, dream it- publish it. So were my expectations unrealistic? No they weren't. I had expected and hoped to one day write and publish and have persons read my work- I'm living that, dream?, no... reality!!!