Silhouette
Welsh
After long unhappy marriage I am now happily divorced. At my advanced years am finally getting to know myself. I love writing but my favourite therapy is any kind of artwork. I am also exploring ways to combine both of these loves. It's impossible to despondent when you're lost in another world on canvas, or embroidery, or I'm discovering on a sometimes maligned screen.
Who am I smiling to?
Who am I Talking to?
To me.
The me I should really
Take more notice of.
More than the me
Who can't see wood and trees
Without
Mixing unfathomable metaphors.
Aug 1, 2014
Aug 1, 2014 at 2:02 PM UTC
I saw a voice
So warm and free
And felt a cut
I couldn't see
Sound and vision
Could have been
So far apart
Until, were paused
To begin again
In Unity.
Jul 31, 2014
Jul 31, 2014 at 9:08 AM UTC
I wonder a lot who is the
"You"
I refer to so much.
And the truth is
There as many answers
As there are "Yous".
Jul 31, 2014
Jul 31, 2014 at 8:57 AM UTC
A moment in my time
May be more than a moment in others.
Jul 21, 2014
Jul 21, 2014 at 5:55 PM UTC
Why
Why, why
Why
Are these memories so hard to pin down?
Why are the images of the you
Gazing at the red rose memorial sadly,
Sadly merged and smudged
On a canvas, I not only don't possess
Or Own
But can't see either.
Do you really want to" mess with my head"?
Are you the wannabe?
Or a different whoerbe?
Are you many different people?
All of whom I admit puzzle me,
In this world where puzzles are many and diverse.
For red roses to me, mean a
A long ago funeral of a long lost parent
From a partner left bereft and lost
In a world not understood alone.
No long ago red and rosy posy
Sent from a special person to me;
Or reciprocated,
In my many varied past.
I could be speaking to anyone
Because anyone always has An identity
That is smudged and merged also.
So...
We all stumble and roll
In the fog of a faceless and a
Beaurocratic
Mess
Even they have lost themselves in,
Leaving the rest of us
In seas too
Deep and wide to navigate safely it seems.
Prove us wrong.
Jul 17, 2014
Jul 17, 2014 at 6:02 AM UTC
i know your heart
then
and now
i wish your smile would fill me my vision
as todays empathies
fill my thoughts
i can't promise you my yesterdays
but my todays' are as full of you
my tomorrows are As full of light
as this Moon shining strongly
as i peep softly
and smilingly
at a fear that has flown like these
Graceful guttural
and swiftly soaring birds
that surround the you
And me; soaring with such a
Freedom; i don;t mind that this may not last now
For it will return as surely as
My breath mists the eyes I
Remember.
Jul 7, 2014
Jul 7, 2014 at 6:26 PM UTC
The child I was
Was the child I became
Sad, silent eyes that I don't remember
Showing
To myself Or
The world
My world was small and narrow
And surrounded by people that that I liked and even loved
However
Puzzling they seemed
Lots of friends as puzzled as I at this strange
World populated by those large, tall and passionless adults, calling the Many words of friendship
Not only I mistrusted.
We grew together and apart
And mourned those we lost in whatever ways,
The next generation children of the
Generations before
And before them.
We didn't think to complain
No one did then.
And now?
We finally find, and I hope its not only I,
That the freedom
We've sought In so many
Inappropriate and self- destructive
Solutions, began
With one small journey
That stretches into some far off horizon
None of us can see.
Jul 7, 2014
Jul 7, 2014 at 5:37 PM UTC
Its been one of those days
Your Mother warned you about.
Not frustrating
Not annoying
Just
Long
and
An exercise for
For patience.
Like an old boss who
Wanted everything done
12 hours ago
But cheap.
The job was interesting,
And sharing with
"The morning Lady"
Had its problems and its fun.
Trying to decipher instructions
From the four letter words had its moments
But was still the best of the jobs on a long
CV
Pruned to "perfection"
As we all did in those days.
I don't look back often,
And then with a fondness
That even I did not appreciate those
Good times until past.
Now even if not so far away
I smile at the memories of working with the majority
Of those men.
Artisans but skilled to the "nth" degree that
I really envied them Their opportunity to perform
The jobs they did with evident enjoyment,
And with an ease
That didn't need frowns,
And
The irregular turning off of the alarm, to get them through
Their need to turn over and pull bedclothes around them
Like a windproof collar,
Protecting them from the frosts of even a
Summers day.
On this Summers days' end
I'm so glad
The frosts seem warmer, and the drizzle
Softer
Unlike those even
Older and sharper days I seem to remember
Am I the only one who looks back fondly to the future?
Jul 7, 2014
Jul 7, 2014 at 5:10 PM UTC
I had the bad news today
You had gone from
Us all
Your wife and family
Hardest hit
And friends, so many friends
Left to mourn
The " You " we all remembered
The joy in yourself at the times
You were fuelled by the black stuff
And the Irish you loved so much
When I saw your paper face And read the last words
My shock was paramount
You were immortal weren't you?
I thought so at least
There to show
Me
The sunny side of life
And you said one day I was your extra daughter
And I guess you could have been that age
But to me
You were that brother that never was
And now you're with
The God
We all have to answer to
Just remember John
Somewhere the best really could be yet to come.
Jun 16, 2014
Jun 16, 2014 at 12:46 PM UTC
I wish... ?
I wish could lie to you
And pretend I don't care
Lieing is easy ?
Don't be daft
It's harder than quantum physics
Not that I'd know
Caring is so **** hard when I think about it
And so **** easy in the soft darkness of night
As I wish I could stop wishing
And really convince this "you"
That this is about all of us
We all at times can feel old and sad and
Very very untalented
And what are talents anyway
But some currency I don't have
I send my thoughts to
The you
I see so
Little of
In all the senses God gave us
Mar 6, 2014
Mar 6, 2014 at 11:35 AM UTC