Margaret Ann Waddicor: Favorites

Apr 2016 Margaret Ann Waddicor

next time

Apr 2016 Margaret Ann Waddicor

wordvango

just a leaf left
on the pillow next to me
now, a whisper of smoke
vapor tracing your path

out the door
going back to the
limb I stole you from,
the place you must return

I rake my bed for more,
try to make
a place
for you to fall

again, next time.

Apr 2016 Margaret Ann Waddicor

From Ash

Apr 2016 Margaret Ann Waddicor

Summer Michelle

From Ash

Oh Honey,
You can't slither like a snake
Then act like you have a backbone

You can't burn the world down
And expect it to rise from the ash

If your cold heart finally thaws,
I hope you're crippled by the mess you've made

Because you can't clip a birds wings
And expect it to fly higher

Oh Honey,
You can't start a fire
Then expect not to be burned

#hell #fire #ice #snake #burn #honey #thaw #heat #bird #slither

Apr 2016 Margaret Ann Waddicor

Seven Billion

Apr 2016 Margaret Ann Waddicor

Gidgette

Seven Billion

We are none truly alone,
I've written of this before
I shall write of our souls
And the invisible chains, once more

We are all connected,
By these universal chains
From the beggar on the corner,
To the broker squandering gains

We are seven billion shades,
Different shades of the same hue
From me here in my mountains,
Across the earth to you

Whether you're a dancer,
Stepping to a tune
Or a night fisherman,
Gathering food, under the moon

These universal chains,
They bind us each together
That's what the universe wanted,
And so it is forever

Each time you defame,
Your fellow human across the way
You're defaming part of yourself,
So be careful what you say

This is how its been since the beginning
This is how it is until the end
Be kind to each other,
Remember we're all akin

Oh wow! Thank you my fellow poets. Thank you for reading and liking my words.<3

Apr 2016 Margaret Ann Waddicor

Prisoner

Apr 2016 Margaret Ann Waddicor

Sia Jane

Prisoner

For hours, I tried to sleep.
The rain drums down on the tin roof;
the demons are knocking.
I see their tears stream down the window;
a cleverly designed artifice to distract
from their true intent.
I ignore their subtle attacks, but they always
find a way back in.
I watch their shadows drift in through
the windows;
morphing from one shape into another,
hovering around me,
their whispered breaths cloud the air –
there is barely a space unfilled by their presence.
I can’t seem to chase them away, and I’m
wrapped up into their world.
Empty, cold and alone,
my reality remains stranger than any dream.

© Sia Jane

Apr 2016 Margaret Ann Waddicor

Passing by..

Apr 2016 Margaret Ann Waddicor

bones

Passing by..

Easy flow the waters
of the river passing by,

though we straighten them with walls
and narrow them in time,

and lace them up with bridges
to bind them where they lay,

still the waters, like a lifetime,
slip their bonds and pass away..

Apr 2016 Margaret Ann Waddicor

Wednesday's Child

Apr 2016 Margaret Ann Waddicor

Sia Jane

Wednesday's Child

We’re looking into each other’s eyes;
it’s 4am.
We’re sat in a hospital room, I’m reciting your favourite verse.
You’re ragged and stitched together;
I just wish it was from being loved.
I just wish my love could make you Real.

I knew from day one, no one and no thing,
not even love, could take you away and finally
set your soul free.

So
I gave you all of me.

It wasn’t hard to give away.
Within moments of witnessing your smile; the one
held in your eyes widening your stare,
you crushed through my ribs with warmth and love,
held my heart in your hand, promising no matter
the distance and land between us, my heart would remain
safe – beneath your bruised chest.

Tonight, I’m alone.
It’s been 17 days since I last saw you.
I’m in the park where we always walked,
where our love was made tangible by etchings in wood.
The bark now crumbles
and the decay mirrors the gradual corrosion
of what was once, and will
never be, again.

© Sia Jane

Incredibly honoured to be daily poem.
I've had such encouragement from all of you here, and I am forever grateful.
Without too much self deprecation, I deserve this spot no more than many of you other great writers out there.
You inspire me daily too <3
Much love and light always, Sia <3

Re-working old writes with some new ideas <3

Apr 2016 Margaret Ann Waddicor

emotions change as the song does

Apr 2016 Margaret Ann Waddicor

innerThought

emotions change as the song does

Blue oceans, blue skies, blue eyes
Can't tell the truth in blue
So blue lies

But blue eyes still cry clear tears
And if death had eyes would it cry
If it did would it cry for a life
Or for being the end of all beginning ends

As life is only life
If you make life a lesson
Life only becomes the teacher
Learn from life for it to become the preacher

Lies become the story
Life becomes us dreaming
Death is where we realize the meaning

music effects emotion, emotion leads to music

#music #toolate