Samantha Beardon's Blog, page 52

Floating

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auras twisting

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Random Fate.

When random fate shook its hand

We played a game, fate took command

We talked all day

We made some play

We explored horizons

Had interesting conversations

When the light came into sight

The connection seemed right

I felt the lure, a big connection

Adding  friendship a new direction

Opening up we let it flow

It flourishes, still  it grows

It becomes a joyous being

Separate a magical thing

When we open our eyes we are seeing

The flame of friendship has been lit.

Rose coloured glasses

I got carried away by our interaction,

Thought it was a source of mutual attraction,

I got carried away by your seeming caring,

Those whispered words and the texts endearing,

I imagined ,we shared something special at times,

I am sure we did, fleetingly, or maybe I am blind,

I knew you had  others,

Then there were your brothers,

Our time together, seemed  intense,

In this universe, it felt immense,

I realised, I had been carried away,

The day you forgot my words, of yesterday,

As one of the crowd, I am just a fleeting fling,

I will never be around, when cupid, releases the arrow from the sling,

It pains me to release these silken chords,

But our relationship, will not win any awards

I got carried away and am getting hurt

I am setting us free, my love to divert.

Communication

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Its hard when you sit in your chair in the night

Its hard when you sit on your chair in the night

Wrapped in the duvet so warm, but  not right

The bed it is calling a siren song

I snuggled in once, but the coughing was too strong

I decamped  to the lounge, to the reclining chair

I am sitting here wheezing and coughing, not fair

I have had this affliction for over a week

Its not much to ask, just to lay down and sleep

But the cough it is winning and the musical wheeze

Is trying my patience, then there is the sneeze

I just need more patience for my body to win

This pesky virus needs a smack on the chin

So can you all shout out to my scavenger cells

Encourage faster action , in loud decibels

I need urgent action, I just need to sleep

Just a few unbroken hours….cough oh bleep! 

Clouds of passion

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Events from the past

Frozen in time, behind windows of glass,

In the museum of the mind

Events from the past, in crystal clear clarity

The memories are stored, allowing recall first class.

But how clean are those windows? From the thoughts we revive,

When we dredge deep in the recesses, for treasures or lines,

Have some of the mirrors, become distorted with time,

As we struggle to bring events to focus keep them alive.

We use some tricks to remember the good and the bad

Hurt and misery are etched on the glass, the texture abrasive, a recurring repast,

Happiness sits in a golden glow, romance set in amber, held to last,

Special moments in a corner marked with glad. 

Evocative smells or sights add to our minds concepts

Memories so clear from the mysteries of time

What have we forgotten, have we added some lines?

Are they truly a picture of the past, or cleaned and sweot?

Frozen in time behind windows of glass

In the museum of the mind

Events from the past.

Never more alive

You are the symphony 

Lavish loving orchestra

Music resonating to the sky

We lay looking at the cosmos

I see the ripples from your music 

Hear,new sounds as the music hits the stars

Watch the pinpoints of light sparked

Nerve endings raw

Never more alive

Than in this moment.

Values

What did I want from this life?

Did I understand as I stumbled through?

Planning. No, more like serendipity 

With no direction, what have I missed?

With reaction, rather than considered action

What crass decisions have I made?

How have those decisions  rolled out across the the cosmos?

How have those ripples impacted on others?

Who have I hurt without thought?

With a philosophy of caring for others

Have I actually been guilty of being egotistical and uncaring?

What do I want from this life?

Maybe a new set of values.