Samantha Beardon's Blog, page 60

Conversations and pictures

​Our conversations are pulling me in

Pictures we devlop will always begin 

Yielding desires as well they might

 Tingling sensations trigger me tight

Setting the stage for the feelings to come

Just the distance to be overcome.

Inspired by the Novel Converging Lives.

winter

​Is winter here yet? 

Winter set into my heart many months ago

The freezing block rimed with sparkling ice

Growing bigger with my fountain of black tears

How I long for the heat of summer to release me 

To allow me from this numbed prison.

Is winter still here?

Since I felt your love slipping away from me 

I feel the coldness of the north winds 

Chilling my very bones as I continue in life as an automaton 

Paying lip service to my chores and responsibilities

Doing what I must with an absence of joy.

Ah winter!

Today the season has caught up with my already wintery soul

Outside the grass is silvered and sparkling with frost

The sky is grey but under the clouds I see a golden glow

No significant heat to purge the voracious cold

But adding brightness to cheer and enough heat to melt the icy vapour

Ah darkness!

You make the winter days feel long 

Daylight is at a premium the day skewed to favour darkness

This suits my feeling of melancholy my dissaffection with the world

Like an animal I can guard my hurts and hibernate

I need not shine a light on your lack of caring.

Hibernation is impossible life gets in the way

As winter approaches we live in close array

The darkness is a complication but our lives are full of light

In the cold midwinter, we stay cozy make things right.

Ah winter

It is a season of more than dark and cold

Nuts and berries on the trees food for creatures 

The warmth of a roaring fire ,as we take our ease

The beauty of the virgin  snow on garden, tree and field

Logistics can be difficult but as humans we succeed.

Ah winter

Have I lost your love

Let us sit by the fire and air our souls

May the ice on my heart be melted in the glow

Even if your love has disapated 

I need to tackle winter, love it and extoll

 

Desire

​Mercurial 

Effervescent 

Feelings Fizz 

Desire Demands

Sybaritic Sensation

Reason Suspends

Touch Temptation

Sesnsory Awareness

Normality Difficult

Hormone Hubris 

Need so Bad

Desire

Paradox

​The relentless beat of insect wings

The incessant  drone of the bee

Sounds so loud to my sensitive nerves

So many sounds for free

The hunting cry of the owl at night

The barking of the fox

All these sounds are so intense 

A quintessential paradox

Heightened awareness seems to me

A product of new found joy

An awareness of natures full estate

As my nerve endings strive to deploy.

Bearing gifts

​I come bearing gifts

Not the tangible gifts wrapped in coloured paper

My gifts are maybe of the ether, concoctions of vapour

I hope my gifts are priceless, they cannot be bought

They are not in the shops, they may be gifts, you have not sought.

I come bearing gifts

My love a beacon on the gloomiest day and the darkest night

Soft silvery light to shine in the darkest corners, extra bright

Enabling you the strength to fight your dragons

An extra support in your times of despair, or adverse circumstances

Non judgemental listening allowing openness and trust

Engagement of ears and brain, freeing communication lines, of rust

Trust, that you will find the best way that you can 

A commitment to share my values but not try to force  you to rescan.

A desire to share all of life

With a raft and a map to ride out the strife

The knowledge that everybody also needs space

Not to be hog tied in life’s hectic race.

A bag of humour yet to be shared

Silly moments, joy and laughter cannot be compared

The knowledge that we all need to be self fullfilled

Both need to grow to and for the future build.

My bag of gifts is light on baggage

Many more gifts are there prepackaged

Look and experience my vaporous gifts

I hope they are suitable, they are not to be missed!

I come bearing gifts.

Our refuge

Existence in a different realm

Away from care and strife

Where time is elongated, and happiness is rife

Create our world that stands alone

Beneath an azure sky

A place for ever in our hearts, where dreams float by and by

Lover…..soulmate

What is a lover……soul mate?

Somebody that makes ones heart sing

Who cares about the true spirit

Who strives to see your innermost wants and understands your rights to live by your beliefs

Who listens to what you are saying and acts accordingly

In their arms you feel safe and happy

When you are with them, they are the centre of your universe

They know when to act and when to comfort

When you are with them you feel you are the centre of their universe

Do National quirks put readers off?

​I have had reason of late to cogitate about the differences between American English and United Kingdom English. I am sure there are articles out there giving definitive views on the subject. I admit to not having done a search yet. A few incidents have set me wondering if the different word usages and terms become a problem for readers on the different continents. Do they actually turn readers off? I have read lots of books by authors from varying countries and personally I haven’t stopped reading any because of spelling variation or the odd quirk I have had to work out or look up. It has irritated me somewhat that ‘colour’ gets spelt ‘color’ and other words too are spelt differently to my instinctive way of spelling. Although not enough to give up on the story if I am gripped by the character and plot. That is my take, I would be interested to know other’s views. Do you consider the nationality and therefore the likely spelling and word usage when contemplating reading a novel, should writers take all national quirks out of their writing?

The specific incidents that got me thinking were:-

A beta reader from American did not understand the phrase – It certainly lit my blue touch paper.
Standing by the bar, I checked out the optics…..in England these are the measurements on bottles of spirits
I had a conversation with an American friend about my new kitchen and my new granite worktops ……ah countertops, counters in the USA.
Then there are all the others….garden….yard…..boot…..trunk….etc.

What do you think folks?

Life revolves

​Life revolves,life just flies

As soon as you are grown, the time rolls quickly by

The decades change perceptions and what we like to do

Time compresses, the years are quickly through

There the many milestones that mark the passage of time

Lust, love, births and marriages, career progression make quite a line

There was a time to party,  and drink unlimited booze

Then bedtime gets much earlier, we opt to stay and snooze

Running up the stairs was always such a breeze 

Now its more a gentle walk with more than the hint of wheeze

We used to love to travel to far flung flung exotic places

That hasn’t changed but check what we now pack in our cases

Our taste in music was bang on trend

Now the latest fad is unintelligable and drives us round the bend

We used to have so much energy, we could over ride fatigue

Now we suffer aches and pains, our energy is under siege 

Lifes one long continuum, needs and priorities change

Just keep a reckoning of all your major gains

Remember that child inside remains forever young

Live it up and enjoy each decade as it comes

Life revolves, life just flies

As soon as you are grown, the time rolls swiftly by.

Was it dreams?

​Was it dreams that brought us together

In the the arms of morpheus

Is this a fabled soliloquy or a duet light as a feather

Was it dreams that brought us together

Or will they force us assunder

As our chariots ride the waves of sleeps verdant weather

Will dreams sleeping and waking be our anchors

Or will we wake to lifes demands that cleave our world

That push us assunder make us true reactors

Was it dreams?