The problem touched me as her story unfolded like the steam that rose
from the warm and wonderful hot chocolate that I had in front of me. I inhaled
the aroma and somewhere from the image of roasted cocoa beans came the solution
– she could use the old coffee sacks.
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Thursday, 31 January 2013
An addendum to today
I will carry on with these small stones as they have become a lifeline through my
chemo experience. I have noticed how the feelings change with each
stone. Looking forward to the Writing Our Way Home https://www.facebook.com/writingourwayhome newsletter on vulnerability as it is a
subject much in my mind at present. Today I shall be able to go out into
the garden and fill the bird feeders and drink in the miniature irises
which have decided to bloom. From my window I have noticed the daffs
beginning their awakening and I want to celebrate with them.
Window Panes in Aeroplanes
Window panes
in aeroplanes
look out on the clouds
that shroud
the land.
There are always blue skies and crystal castles out on the far horizon.
Copyright 31st January 2013
in aeroplanes
look out on the clouds
that shroud
the land.
There are always blue skies and crystal castles out on the far horizon.
Copyright 31st January 2013
Wednesday, 30 January 2013
Small Stone 30th January 2013
Deep
in the centre
of the clear quartz crystal
there is a mystery
and a message.
It asks only that we listen.
Then,
when stillness
rests in us
we will hear it.
Copyright 30th January 2013
in the centre
of the clear quartz crystal
there is a mystery
and a message.
It asks only that we listen.
Then,
when stillness
rests in us
we will hear it.
Copyright 30th January 2013
Tuesday, 29 January 2013
Small Stone 29th January 2013
When there is nothing but rain
and when rain becomes the main
topic of conversation
somehow pain rises to the top
and floats thoughts
like sunken boats
seeking everlasting life.
Copyright 29th January 2013
and when rain becomes the main
topic of conversation
somehow pain rises to the top
and floats thoughts
like sunken boats
seeking everlasting life.
Copyright 29th January 2013
Days Drowning
The day is drowning.
Drowned by the rain
and such waves of sorrow.
I was thinking........
of purpose.............
when the courage
to allow vulnerability
dies.
Souls drown in their own grief.
Just as the day
when clouds refuse
to let the sun shine through.
Copyright 9th November 2008
Monday, 28 January 2013
Small Stone 28th January 2013
I turn and face the roses
tumbling around the old wall.
The sun is hot and the sky so clear.
Where are you my dear?
A thin breeze
lifts the leaves
around me
and I hear your voice.
Somehow so cool, somehow so near.
Where are you my dear?
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tumbling around the old wall.
The sun is hot and the sky so clear.
Where are you my dear?
A thin breeze
lifts the leaves
around me
and I hear your voice.
Somehow so cool, somehow so near.
Where are you my dear?
Copyright 28th January 2013
Sunday, 27 January 2013
Small Stone 27th January 2013
Friends on the edge.
Warblers in the sedge.
Songs so far away now.
Where did they go?
Copyright 27th January 2013
Warblers in the sedge.
Songs so far away now.
Where did they go?
Copyright 27th January 2013
Saturday, 26 January 2013
Small Stone 26th January 2013
Skipping days
like skimming stones
on the lake.
Ripples on the water
rippling across my heart
like fingers on the strings
of a harp.
Copyright 26th January 2013
like skimming stones
on the lake.
Ripples on the water
rippling across my heart
like fingers on the strings
of a harp.
Copyright 26th January 2013
Wednesday, 23 January 2013
Small Stone 23rd January 2013
I am stuck
like wellies in the mud.
Love died.
We lied
but this pain will kill
something, somehow.
I live still (for now).
Copyright 23rd January 2013
like wellies in the mud.
Love died.
We lied
but this pain will kill
something, somehow.
I live still (for now).
Copyright 23rd January 2013
Monday, 21 January 2013
Small Stone 21st January 2013
Rudely awoken
deep sleep broken.
Up on the skylight it looks like snow
but no snow
sounds
like a thousand
impatient
newly manicured
talons
tapping
on the bar counter.
Copyright 21st January 2013
deep sleep broken.
Up on the skylight it looks like snow
but no snow
sounds
like a thousand
impatient
newly manicured
talons
tapping
on the bar counter.
Copyright 21st January 2013
Thursday, 17 January 2013
Small Stone 17th January 2013
There's a tough time a'coming
tears have been running
silence is numbing
dumbing.
Copyright 17th January 2013
tears have been running
silence is numbing
dumbing.
Copyright 17th January 2013
Sunday, 13 January 2013
Small Stone 13th January 2013
Anemones
A blue that's bluer than blue
and red, redder than red.
A purple circle, bled
on white
and the light!
Copyright 13th January 2013
A blue that's bluer than blue
and red, redder than red.
A purple circle, bled
on white
and the light!
Copyright 13th January 2013
Saturday, 12 January 2013
Small Stone 12th January 2013
The rain has stopped
I look at the clock.
It's four in the morning!
That's why I'm yawning.
Yet sleep won't come
while my mind's on the run.
Into the kitchen and put the kettle on.
Brew a cuppa and butter a scone.
Copyright 12th January 2013
I look at the clock.
It's four in the morning!
That's why I'm yawning.
Yet sleep won't come
while my mind's on the run.
Into the kitchen and put the kettle on.
Brew a cuppa and butter a scone.
Copyright 12th January 2013
Friday, 11 January 2013
Hospital corridors 11th January 2013
and wheelchair springs.
Cash machines
and wedding ring.
Just my daughter
and her laughter.
The gap on my finger lets the draught in.
Copyright 11th January 2013
Wednesday, 9 January 2013
3rd chemo 9th January 2013
My 3rd chemo has turned
my small stones into boulders.
The effort to lift them from my mind,
too much.
I let them tumble in the flow
of the river on my tears.
Each a little fear being let go.
Copyright 9th January 2013
my small stones into boulders.
The effort to lift them from my mind,
too much.
I let them tumble in the flow
of the river on my tears.
Each a little fear being let go.
Copyright 9th January 2013
Thursday, 3 January 2013
My body has been left bereft 3rd January 2013
My body has been left bereft
no hair, no breasts.
Through my veins the poisons burn their trail.
Even the beloved left.
No more the beloved's touch,
the beloved's kiss not felt.
My heart has been left bereft.
Copyright 3rd January 2013
no hair, no breasts.
Through my veins the poisons burn their trail.
Even the beloved left.
No more the beloved's touch,
the beloved's kiss not felt.
My heart has been left bereft.
Copyright 3rd January 2013
Wednesday, 2 January 2013
Chemo half way through 2nd January 2013
The cloudy umber sky
caught my eye
and made me sigh.
I thought of tomorrow
and tasted the tear
that slid down my cheek.
To cry? I try
not to.
Chemo, half way through.
Copyright 2nd January 2013
caught my eye
and made me sigh.
I thought of tomorrow
and tasted the tear
that slid down my cheek.
To cry? I try
not to.
Chemo, half way through.
Copyright 2nd January 2013
Tuesday, 1 January 2013
Small Stone 1st January 2013
As I opened my eyes
the lightening flashed
and the wind spat
against the window pane.
Then the thunder growled
and rolled away into the distance
with the rain.
One star
two stars
and the robin sang.
Copyright 1st January 2013
the lightening flashed
and the wind spat
against the window pane.
Then the thunder growled
and rolled away into the distance
with the rain.
One star
two stars
and the robin sang.
Copyright 1st January 2013
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