Samantha Beardon's Blog, page 98

Alive

Going swimming

Swimming today, getting some exercise,

Feeling smug, how could it be otherwise?

Dress in my costume, put on my clothes,

Pack a bag including swimming shoes.

Swimming shoes what an odd idea,

To help me swim better, oh no my dear,

The poolside is wet,  slippery like a rink,

Likely to fall on my arse, even with no drink.

In bare feet I slipped and nearly fell,

Going over backwards,would be just sheer hell,

Imagine the sound like a regular earthquake,

Bear in mind I am no small cupcake.

So now my swimming outfit, is so sexily chic,

Till your eyes skim my legs and get to the feet,

Encased in natty blue neoprene very bright,

Maybe best viewed in the dark of the night.

As I saunter to the pool, my feet don’t slip,

They look particularly bizarre, I hope they might be hip,

Slipping into the pool, to begin my exercise,

Feeling smug, how could it be otherwise,

Letting Go.

Strolling along the serrated sand

A kite gripped within my hand

Warm breeze touches and caresses my skin

Memories just ,suck me in

Feet crunch over powdered shells

Lapping waves, a story tells

Close my eyes and hear your voice

Should I ring you, that’s my choice

Let the waves caress my feet

Warmth washes over me kind of neat

Look at the phone then tuck it away

I know the future anyway

Much as I care for you, it’s all just fun

Unleash the kite, start to run

Expelled a breath, letting you go

Flying so high, my spirit bestows

Running along serrated sand

Letting the past out through my hand.

Reprise to recovering from a breakup

Reprise to recovering from a breakup

What ifs, past regrets

Peevish feelings, let’s forget

If today l am feeling blue

Why wish you miserable too

When you left, without regret

Need to move on learn, forget

Hurt and disappointment are part of life

Finding happiness, now, reduces strife

Moving forward finding the path

Past regrets, let’s try to laugh

What ifs, won’t change the present

Just cause wishes, sadness, be unpleasant

We were not meant to be

Find something better, better wait and see

If paying you back is my aim

Finding True love and happiness the victory claim

Wow find I am happier without you!

Recovery after a break up.

Oh sweet lover,

Have you recovered?

Do you ever miss me?

Regret being free?

Remember my smile,

Feel 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!

Merry go round.

Sate, slate,  great, trait ,

Spate , hate, rate, mate,

Debates, rebates, states, cheapskate,

Moves, approves, loves, buzz,

Wounds, croons, suffuse, defuse,

Peruse, enthuse, infuse, transfuse,

Life’s a merry go round.

What might have been

I reflect on what we might have  been,

Had things been different, life’s unforseen,

Twists and turns, fates convuluted hand,

Allowed a glimpse of what might have been, but built on sand,

Could it have been different, would we have been greater in pairing,

Or is this just a hollow dream, that fate has been kind in sparing,

Our paths met, then diverged, adding richness for us both,

Loneliness and sadness in the parting, a layer of learning must add growth,

What we are yet to become, will be due to singular striving,

Happiness and fulfillment, in this life we must work at surviving,

I reflect on what is now,

What might have been I disallow,

Another world, another life, it might be bliss,

Until then I gather life and fulfill my destiny, unable to be blue,

Living life to the full,only more so because I shared a morsel with you.

Checkmate

Romance in the air.

Calm sea of life