annh - Hello Poetry

May 2019

The Invisible Lantern

I killed a man in his sleep...
all it took was taking everything he ever had
and letting his heart take care of the rest.

#pain #life #desperation #juxtaposition #struggles #angst #agony #loss #theft #tragedy

annh May 2019

Diary

Pages inked in memory of days which deserve no backward glance - no dwelling upon, no minutes added to their allocated twenty-four hours - except for the fact that I have breathed their air, lived their promise, and named them for myself.

‘What an odd thing a diary is: the things you omit are more important than those you put in.’
- Simone de Beauvoir, The Woman Destroyed

#diary

annh May 2019

Umbrella

The train I missed left me waiting on the platform in the rain, rush-hour commuters splashing past. Then you offered me your umbrella, half-an-hour of conversation, and a smile so warm it could melt chocolate. Now, somewhere between A and B, on an express bound for home, I realise I’ve missed you too.

‘That was the missed moment. I should have put out a hand and taken her arm and said, “Here I am. Ask me. Now. The real question! Tell me. While I’m here. Ask me before it’s too late.”’
- J.L. Carr, A Month in the Country

#fiftywords #umbrella

annh May 2019

The Talking Wounded

Talking wounds leaves me forever at the mercy of my pain.

‘But I am precious.’ says Pain.
‘Only I truly understand you.’
‘What would you do without me?’

Know myself for who I am and not for the label you would have me wear.

‘We are addicted to the power of the wound.’
- Caroline Myss

#victim

annh May 2019

Forgetting

She sheds her memories like the filaments of a dandelion clock. Fragile and irreplaceable, they slip and tumble beyond her grasp; displaced in one breath, one word, one conversation.

Searching for what might have been in the diary of her imagination, she finds only scattered pages and missed entries. She hopes that tomorrow will be a better day. But tomorrow was yesterday.

‘Thin, I think, that fabric between realities. Maybe minds aren’t lost. Maybe they just slip through and find a different place to wander.’
- C.J. Tudor, The Chalk Man

#dementia #forgetting #memories

annh May 2019

Bouquets and Brickbats

my
words
follow
me
home
-
bouquets
and
brickbats
-
to
collect
at
my
door

Or break my windows.

‘I have hated words and I have loved them, and I hope I have made them right.”
Markus Zusak, The Book Thief

#bouquets #brickbats