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435 · Sep 2013
The Power of a Wish
Connie Buchan Sep 2013
To have a goal is a wonderful thing.

To wish your life away is not.

A long desired wish can drive you to reach otherwise unattainable heights. To want something so bad that you do whatever it takes to get that one thing can uncover or develop great talents. Practice on the ivory keys can provide many gifts for the player, as well as the audience. Study to achieve academic success can open doors to many opportunities wished for in youth. The wish for a better world opens the heart and creativity of the mind to envision a different way than we have now. All of these things are good and fruitful and honourable.

This tells me the problem is not in the wishing but rather in the picking. The matching of a desire to a realistic possibility is not known to us at the time of the wishing. If the wish is strong enough and there is any possibility of it becoming a reality it can be made so. But when the wish is fanciful and not in the reality of one's life it is the root of much despair and a wasted life.

To wish you were here with me is a wish that is not to be realized in this world. I just wish I knew how to quit wishing it.
431 · Nov 2013
FIRST WINTER'S SNOW
Connie Buchan Nov 2013
Shining bright
Glistening white
Crisp and clear
Silence to hear

Untouched, so clean
A sight pristine
The sun’s aglow
On first winter’s snow
Same scene on a new day. I love a changed perspective. :-)
430 · Sep 2013
Upon Waking
Connie Buchan Sep 2013
They had been lying there all night, each curled into the shape of the other.  Neither one had thought they would be at ease enough to actually drift off, but they had. He didn’t know how long they had slept; just that it had been the best sleep he had had in a long time. He resisted the approach of morning, afraid that any telltale movement would awaken her lying there in the crook of his arm with her head resting against his chest. Gently gazing down upon her sleeping face, he wasn’t quite sure if he was awake or still dreaming. He had played this moment over in his mind, both while awake and sleeping, so many times that at this very moment he just couldn’t believe it was real.

As she slowly pulled back from the misty images of dreamland her subconscious told her of the change in his breathing. She felt the smooth, firm cushion of his skin where her head was resting on his chest. His quickening heartbeat told her he was already awake but she wasn’t quite ready to break the magical spell of their night together.

She felt a slight squeeze as he ever so gently, pulled her in closer. She slowly woke and stretched her hand out across his chest and down his long torso. She noticed how warm he was to her touch as she felt the contours of his well formed muscles. He stretched slightly and she straightened her body to align along side his, feeling the firmness of his form contrasting to her soft feminine curves. As her long nails gently teased the inside of his thigh, his strong arms enveloped her. She couldn’t have escaped if she had wanted to. Her desire grew and she knew escape was not what she would ever want again.

Gently turning her face to his, he kissed her eyes, her cheeks, her neck. Circling around to that small indentation at the base of her throat, a light but longing moan escaped her slightly parted lips. With a moist kiss their bodies molded together; a perfect blend.

He told himself his morning run was going to have to wait.
426 · Oct 2013
An Early Goodbye
Connie Buchan Oct 2013
There will come a day one of us will pass on.
I have pondered the mourning.
Friendship’s tear is all that is allowed
But a lover’s sob breaks the heart.

If I cannot mourn you as one so cherished
Then I do not wish to mourn you at all.
I may not wish it but it will come.
Hopefully as a mere memory of past hopes.

We are yet to know
But what I do know I do to ease that pain.
For to lose you all at once
Is too much to bear.

I will let go of the
‘What we could have had’
And hopefully that will help me build the
‘Everything I’ve ever wanted.’

Then when the time comes to say a final goodbye
I will have a warm heart and loving arms to comfort me.
Even though I know it will not help.
Moving on now hopefully will.
422 · Sep 2013
On This Street
Connie Buchan Sep 2013
10 years ago, on this street, the air was filled with sirens.
10 years ago, on this street, 6 minutes seemed like eternity.
10 years ago, on this street, time stopped in an instant.
10 years ago, on this street, people rushed to the rescue.
10 years ago, on this street, a small child lay still and breathless.
10 years ago, on this street, neighbours whispered and stared.
10 years ago, on this street, am ambulance raced away.
10 years ago, on this street, all was silent.
10 years ago, on this street, a mother came home alone.
10 years ago, on this street, life changed forever.
413 · Oct 2013
How Do I Trust
Connie Buchan Oct 2013
How do I know you,
How do I trust?
Is it our love,
Or is it our lust?

I've seen this before
With some other guys
It all ended badly,
Ended in lies.

It's tainting my judgment
Making me scared.
I've dreamed of a future
With you, I have dared.

If it were to shatter,
All to be lost
My heart is the payment.
Can I summon the cost?

My account is but dry,
A copper I've none.
If Fate forces payment
I surely am done.

But if I stay the coarse
And you love me for true,
Happy souls for life,
That's us, me and you.
403 · Oct 2013
Rising From A Demon's Hell
Connie Buchan Oct 2013
I can live in this black hole no longer.
I have to find a way to make myself stronger.
If I stay here I am surely done.
I know I have not finished my run.

There is more in store for me to live.
There is more to receive and more to give.
Everyone has there own time to go
And mine is not yet, this I know.

I thought my life was over and through.
Without you it seemed the only thing to do.
But no, it is not meant to be.
There is more time on earth for me.

The will to live is strong and great
To shrink and give up is not my fate.
But to find a way to rise above
And still be close to your sweet love.

I look up from down this closing well
Now wanting to rise from this demon’s hell.
That is the goal for which I strive
To come through the end and make it alive.

No small feat is it to pull yourself through
But to thine self, you must be true.
I want you back with all my heart
But it is not my time to depart.

I see it one day, another road
And on it I will carry my load.
In time the load will be lighter to bear
But no matter how long, it will always be there.

Day by day I’ll make it through
And gradually I’ll learn just what to do.
I’m pulling from deep within my core
To build a life worth living for.
378 · Sep 2013
What Happened to Mr. Sun?
Connie Buchan Sep 2013
Cold and dreary,
My heart is weary.
I long for the sun.

Warm and bright
Chase away the night.
Leaving dreams undone.

Flowers bloom
Light fills the room.
Long days of romp and fun.

But alas, it’s gray
yet another day.
Yellow sunshine, there is none.
368 · Sep 2013
One Too Many Times
Connie Buchan Sep 2013
Again I feel like I’ve forever lost you.
And there is nothing I can do to make that change.
Even though I search in vain for what to do
Loss and despair to me, no longer feel so strange.

There is nothing I can do for you and me now.
It’s over, t’was the reality right from the start.
A future together was more than the Fates could ever allow.
But why did they have to go and break my heart.

It wasn’t you who wanted this heartbreak to happen.
It’s just the way it had to all be worked out.
That’s how it is when you leave yourself wide open.
To the foolish hope that love’s what it’s all about.

But we’ve been here before dear heart, remember?
You came back to me even though you tried to stay away.
But this time, if you come looking for an ember
You will find no heat past this cold and final day.
365 · Sep 2013
If I Were a Note
Connie Buchan Sep 2013
If I were a note,
What note would I be?
Would I be a high one
Or plain middle C?

To be high on the scale
And tickle your ear,
Or easy to reach
And always held dear.

Maybe if I
Were played on the left
You’d hear me more clearly
Even when deaf.

How could I pick?
Each note is a pleasure.
Ever so rich
Each is a treasure.

So I will not choose
But take them all in.
For to be just one note
Would be such a sin.

To be all the tones
All blended but free,
That is the sound
I choose to be.
361 · Oct 2013
Goodbye, My Lover
Connie Buchan Oct 2013
I hear a song and it rips my heart
I was fine until then,
Or at least I thought I was.
There are just those moments that no one knows about
Not even me, until they slap me in the face.
It isn’t the sorrow that everyone would suspect
So I am able to hide the real reason for only me to know.

James Blunt singing “Good Bye My Lover’ is just a bit too much to bear.
What happens on the day you die?
Unfortunately, I see that as the only way out of this now.
Or is it? I guess I could hope that our passion just fades away but that is so sad too.
Either way, there is no way for me to get what I need.
I have known that for a long time now.
Once I accepted that, I changed what I needed.
That way you could fulfill this new need and you did.
Very well, but even with all that there is still my original need there.
That thirst will never be quenched.
Can I abandon it? Sometimes I think so.
But more times, I think not.
P.S. ~ I did abandon it and I lived just fine. :-)
Time and time again my mother's words support my reality: 'This too shall pass.'
346 · Mar 2014
10 Word Tuesday
Connie Buchan Mar 2014
Warming sun
Ending cold
Sunlight shines
Winter's old.
Yeah SPRING!!!!
344 · Oct 2013
I Dream To Fly
Connie Buchan Oct 2013
I dream a dream of mighty wings,
And up to the sky I soar.
To look back where I lived once
And ahead, a new world to explore.

My wings are soft but also strong.
They'll hold me in my flight.
I tip and turn, I set the speed
As I travel through the night.

I am safe. No one can see.
Only I know where I've been.
And if they should ask, I tell them nought.
No one will know what I've seen.

For the night is full of secrets untold
That the day not allows to be shared.
But I have dreamt and sailed afar
And looked where no one else has dared.
343 · Oct 2013
BEFORE OUR PLANET DIES
Connie Buchan Oct 2013
You’re killing me.
Don’t you believe it?
Don’t you see it?
Don’t you care?

This world you have made for me
One day, it will be bare.

The greed of man
Has taken over
Without giving
A second thought.

Our planet can not take this much.
Its health just can’t be bought.

Once it’s gone,
It’s gone for good
The animals
And the plants.

It’s up to you to make them stop
So listen to the rants.
332 · Dec 2013
10 Word Tuesday
Connie Buchan Dec 2013
Party    Like     It    Is     2013
Because     It     Is,    But     Barely.
328 · Nov 2013
Because of You
Connie Buchan Nov 2013
Because you saw what was happening and did not ignore it,
Because you did not turn away when other countries were helpless,
Because you signed up when they asked you to,
Because you saw the world’s need as greater than your own comfort,
Because you suffered indescribable horrors in war,
Because your mother lived in fear of losing her child,
Because your wife shared her beloved husband with others,
Because your children allowed their arms to be pried from around your neck,
Because you knew you may not come home but you went anyway,
Because many of you did not come home and those that did were never the same,
Because of you I live. I laugh. I love. I read. I walk free. I work. I think. I speak. I believe. I am not afraid.
You are my hero.
306 · Sep 2013
What If I Were To Tell You
Connie Buchan Sep 2013
What if I were to tell you,
You broke my heart today?
What if I were to tell you,
I cannot live this way?

Would you make a different choice?
Would I be the one?
Or would things still be the same
Never to be undone?

I love you too much to let you go
But it’s tearing me apart.
Not able to love you freely
Wounds this lover’s heart.

So end it now, my one true love.
Take your life from mine.
For to have you near but oh so far
Is torture of the cruelest kind.

I say that now; to end it all.
But we both know the truth.
I cannot walk away from you.
I know you love us both.

So I’ll keep this all locked deep inside
And suffer silently.
For if I were to let you go
It would be the end of me.
302 · Oct 2013
A Message Back
Connie Buchan Oct 2013
The life I lived was the best for me.
I do not regret and neither should thee.
I know you gave me love and care.
Please cherish the time we had to share.

You changed my life, as I did yours.
Together we opened many doors.
I’ve moved on but you must stay
To love and laugh and again to play.
My son's school has an 'Angel Wall' with plaques of children who have passed. I wrote this verse to be engraved on Shane's plaque. My dad loved it so much he asked that I have it read at his funeral. Now they are both with my mom and brother playing somewhere nice (I hope).
296 · Oct 2013
Damn you, My Lover
Connie Buchan Oct 2013
**** you, my lover!
I hate you for what you have not done
And myself for what I have.
But alas, the clock of time does not tick backwards.

I say you made no choice, but you did.
You just didn’t choose me, not as I wanted to be chosen.
Not giving your all to me alone.
Not giving to anyone really, just taking where you could.

You were selfish, I so very stupid.
But I lived with that all this long while.
After having been apart once I said never again
But Again has come…again.

Times change, wants change, settling changes.
This time I make another choice.
I want more but not from you.
Our time has passed.
271 · Sep 2013
You Cannot Hold It In
Connie Buchan Sep 2013
Eyes of blue so clear,
A smile of joyous cheer,
A voice of purest gold,
Sweet memories to have and hold.

You are the one to bring
Cherished images when you sing.
Your song so true and deep
No longer inside to keep.

A small glimpse inside your heart
To this world you do impart.
A gift you hold so tight.
Not ready to give it flight.

But you can not hold it in.
Your spirit bursting from its skin
To soar among the clouds
A voice only God allows.

For the gift you have inside
Is too precious for you to hide.
You are meant to set it free,
Guiding for the world to see.
257 · Oct 2013
Seeing It Through
Connie Buchan Oct 2013
I can’t fix this
Something has gone too wrong
If love were enough
I would have it done.

I can’t fix this.
I feel you slipping away.
Time is getting shorter
And the end is coming soon.

I can’t stop this
Even though I will it to be done.
I hold on tight
And give all I have to you now.

I can’t stop this
What is to be will be.
No matter how frantic the hope
The end is clear to us both.

So we accept this
And we love all we can love
And in that moment is a liftetime
Of moments yet to be.

So we accept this.
Without a word we just know.
Together, as always, we wait.
And together we see it through.
222 · Sep 2013
NOT THIS
Connie Buchan Sep 2013
You think you know me, but you don’t.
You think you’ll own be, but you won’t.

I am my own person.
Sometimes, that’s a hard lesson.

You put me in the place you want me to be.
When all I want is to be me.

I don’t know yet what that is.
I just know it is not this.

It is not this.
It is not this.

— The End —