Janet Doyle

Janet Doyle Feb 2021

Lonely

Lonely isn’t solitude,
The empty room or quiet mood,
Lonely is words of useless speech,
That get twisted, contorted and fail to reach,
Lonely isn’t watching the hours go by,
There is company in earth and sky,
It is desperately trying only to say,
Failing again, drifting farther away,
Sinking in words with nowhere to go,
They’re scattered and wasted, it’s always so,
Lonely is never the silent walk,
It only exists when I try to talk,
Softly or harshly, try as I might,
Somehow jumbled, I can’t say it right,
I’m never lonely when I’m on my own,
It’s when we’re together, that I’m alone.

JDoyle

Janet Doyle Feb 2021

Musings

Down inside black depths of despair,
Many a day, have I wandered there,
An eternal night to haunt in my dreams,
Surreal wonderings, not as it seems,
The mind loses focus, wavers and flies,
In endless abysses and starless skies,
The promise of death, it’s only reprieve
So often I have been led to believe,
To the mind in its madness, it’s a surprise,
That beaten and broken, the sun still can rise,
But red stained has a beauty, all of its own
And I know in my musings, I am not alone,
But when we are facing, those travels through hell,
We forget that our scars make a story to tell.
And life’s not for winning, there’s no succeed,
We’re here for the lessons, we’re all gonna bleed,

JDoyle

Janet Doyle Jan 2021

A sliver of moon

There are wind tossed clouds in the heavenly skies,
And a stiletto moon, shines deadly and bright,
As it pierces my heart, it widens my eyes,
Like a lingering smile that remembers the night,
Comes dawn with it’s sorrow, breathes heavy and sighs,
And bids me to stand though still sore from the fight.
There’s a hope found in darkness, in a clever disguise,
That can bring strength and promise into the light.

JDoyle

Janet Doyle Dec 2020

Morning

My eyes open to morning’s light,
The glowing window shining bright,
But so indistinct the colors seem,
Am I aware or still to dream?
And I ponder long, if I should stay,
As the day dawns rose or gray,

A precious moment, rare to see,
And just to maybe hope and be,
The softest, briefest touch of death,
With a still heart and quiet breath,
And I know that, I would rather stay,
As the day turns rose or grey,

But we live to dare and dream and try,
With so little time before we die,
And we must give all we can give,
There is only, just, this chance to live,
And though I linger, I rarely stay,
To watch the day be rose or gray.

JDoyle

Janet Doyle Dec 2020

Sunrise

I dare to look up from the darkness,
So tentatively, I raise my head,
The light is glaring, vivid starkness,
Do I want these teary eyes instead?
The pain is constant, pure confusion,
How could this be what I will choose?
My stomach sickens from the intrusion,
Freedom is nothing left to lose,
A quick release and I catch my breath,
To land again in the void I know,
Peace only comes along with death,
And it’s in the darkness that we grow,
I gather the pieces, thorns and glass,
With a heavy heart I try once more,
A grand mosaic, earth, sky and grass,
And the emptiness I knew before.
But what’s this shadow, I look behind,
There is so much beauty I rub my eyes,
Out of the darkness and my own mind,
Has it all just been a new sunrise?
With shadows long and skies of blue,
Squinting as I try to find my way,
The change has come, what do I do?
Here in the light of this new day.

JDoyle

Janet Doyle Nov 2020

Simplified?

There’s something about acceptance,
That really is the key,
Though often stalled by reluctance,
It’s how we need to be,
Then we can move to reflectance,
And that’s when we start to see,
From there we find transcendence,
It’s then that we are free.

JDoyle

Janet Doyle Nov 2020

Night

The black river, it slithers
it’s way to the sea,
And the skeleton trees
stand stark in the night,
I pull up the darkness
a shroud to surround me,
A sliver of moon,
casts the world’s only light,
And the wind whispers softly
of words long unspoken,
Like fleeting shadows
on the edge of my mind,
Promises I’ve kept
and those that I’ve broken,
And something forgotten
I’ve been meaning to find,
But night obscures vision
and the colors they fade,
And the road that I can’t see
still calls me to roam,
I go as to a lover
my soul unafraid,
Ebony wings to surround me
and welcome me home.

JDoyle