Samantha Beardon's Blog, page 27

Word Fish

Word Fish

I read eyes screwed,mouthing silent words

Carp or goldfish out of the pond eyes glazed

Words shaken and spilled across the table

Not food yet for a stranded fish

Ideas like unbudded lily pads float beside me

My feeble movements push a pile of words into a line

I need a barrier on which to lever myself

Or a line with a hook to anchor my mind to yours

The need to dive deep drives me

Will you look at this rippling image

Feel the depth of my need to communicate

As I make a journey into ideas

Eyes, screwed, mouthing words I etch on paper .

Noble Trouble

Noble trouble

An Awdl Gywydd – Welsh Poetry form

Life is packed with trouble

Are we noble in it’s face

Stand up clad in gossamer

as a dreamer in the race

Or will we stand clad in steel

Show we feel joy and sorrow

Have the depth to fight our foes

Strengthen goals for tomorrow

Would I look?

Would I look at you ,the same ,” regardless”

if your eyes were filled with pain

I would probably look closer, more information to obtain

I might want to support you in your struggle to survive

To try to hold a mirror to the you

behind the pain and strife

I would want to demonstrate the power of belief

Particularly those negatives that can become life’s thief

I would look for signs, that you could love yourself

A must to heal that pain, and to transend the past

Would I look at you ,the same ,” regardless”

if your eyes were filled with pain

I would look closer more information to obtain

Oh sweet lover

Oh sweet lover

Have you recovered

Do you ever miss me

Regret being free

Remember my smile

Feel  a ghostly presence awhile

Does it ever make you blue

Though life has moved on its true

Oh ex sweet lover

Have you recovered

Do I haunt the odd dream

Make you restless between

your life’s normal routine,

Do you feel a twinge of regret

As you rearrange the duvet

Oh sweet lover do men suffer too

I so hope that is happening to you

We have moved on, my heart break has gone

I am concerned for your suffering too

Where do you stand?

Where do you stand, in  the summary of your life

Top, bottom, or middle, or just a worker in the hive

Are you on the treadmill, running out of control

Trying to please everybody, multiple roles

Do you see your flaws, rather than your strengths

Give to others, go to any lengths

Feel stressed and unhappy

Try to struggle on, be crappy

Maybe time to stop and take a breath

Review your priorities, centre yourself

If you love others,you have to love you

It enables,a more balanced point of view.

Magic

Castle magic – englyn penfry

I conjure it with magic- castle fair

Just don’t stare,  fall or panic

My creation huge gigantic

Floating in the air so near  – carrion

 A clarion call for all fear

Darkness not my plan be clear

I have miscalculated – magic dark

Foulness spark, my spell fated

Goodness, has dissapated

I call on my reserves – cast a spell

Living hell our preserves

If dark powers hold, returns

I made this foul travesty – castle dread

So misled, no amnesty

To win    I die     tragedy

Stars realign

A Villanelle

 Dark days become nights the stars don’t align

 in this nightmare world of retrograde time

Stare into the cosmos look for a sign

Spiral out of control, lost life’s design

You were my anchor now gone such a crime

Dark days become nights the stars don’t align

Need to find a new path draw a new line

Not play the fool, in futile pantomime

Stare into the cosmos look for a sign

Days feeling like weeks dreams seem borderline

My home no longer my haven sublime

Dark days become nights the stars don’t align

Break free from bad feelings must not resign

My love is worth more than a tumbling dime

Stare into the cosmos finding a sign

Love all encompassing, truly divine

waiting to find me, yours was a mime

light days become nights the stars realign

Stare into the cosmos yes there’s a sign

S. Beardon © 2017

Adventure

I wake to the bright clear light

through the walls of the tent, palace 

best describes  this insubstantial building 

 I stretch in the soft comfort of my bed

 

The air smells warm, overlaid by dust and earth 

there is a cacophony of noise

chirruping crickets 

competing with the soft and raucous sounds of birds

 

I listen for the sound of animals in the bush

they were active last night but now strangely silent

there is the faint clink of pans and crockery  from the cooks

My stomach rumbles, time to start my day of adventure

 

I get up, my feet  caressed

by the animal skin rug and I pause

thinking of the night and the hyena’s jests

Still raising hairs on the back of my neck

 

 

Congestion

I walk the city suburbs 

 with tree lined streets

on a pleasant summers day

with a modicum of heat

a pleasant perambulation

that sort of,          has me freaked

 the hum and rumble of engines

 vibration in the air

the noise of grounded traffic 

stuck in  a       rat run

abetted by the phone app 

to bypass congestion 

I glimpse through open windows

Ongoing family life

Parents and children exposed

To pollutions rising tides

I smell the slightly acrid stench

pumping from exhausts

 nothing very potent and nowt

to see of course 

If I had an infra red camera I could show

the world a sight of danger

would they want to know

 Cars with flaming  tails 

that pinpoint  deadly fumes

and show how they move and spiral

into those innocent living rooms

 

I read in the paper

lockable bollards might do the trick

so residential streets become closed

and only residents get a fix

it seems the stuff of nightmares

to lock the suburbs down

Is this our best solution

To traffics constant merry go round?

 

 

Relationship turmoil

Cause and effect

No time to reflect

React, enact

Don’t consider the impact

Starting the chain

Emotions retain

Your actions confuse

That’s really bad news

My head is spinning 

My anger is winning

We need to regroup

Not jump through hoops

Cause and effect

No time to reflect

React, enact

That ways a trap