A Life A life That rose with the sun And cast first colours, Scattering dawn's final mists And spread an optimistic warmth. A life That glowed with a Burning desire to do good, To shine with an intensity That pervaded and banished all darkness. A life That shimmered in an afternoon haze. Warming oceans of friendship with Sparkling diamond motes of seaspray. Happiness refracted and rainbow dissipated. A life That soothed and calmed in the dusk. Where blue skies were riven in h
Striations. Scored, carved. Each containing A moment, Fossilized to memory. Glide your fingers over Imprint the surface. Trace the pebble lines. Smoothness of happy times, The roughness of tragedy. Recall the depths, The grooves Of memory. #memories
Conversation With Your Memory
How have you been?
(The leaves rustled in the breeze)
What have you been up to?
(The shadows danced in the sunlight)
I miss you very much
(The dark clouds appeared overhead)
I'll come again next week
(The sun faded to a cold wind)
Speak to you soon
(The silence fell like raindrops)
So many things I want to tell you. So many things I want to say.
So many things I know now.
Since you passed and
A bench by the river,
Soft flow with birdsong
And winds blowing an unseasonal cold,
Amongst clouds that languidly float
Reflected in the river calm.
Dogs pass on eager walks.
Or curious, appear by my side uninvited,
A sniff and a cocked leg and not even a goodbye.
The owners cock an eyebrow
And cast a hurried hello.
The joggers and walkers
Dodge the cyclists and talkers,
Jumping at insistent bell rings
That chime with the cathedral
As the hour moves to eleven.
Walk upon that summer meadow,
Under the gilded light of
A plentiful sun. Giving, willing.
That makes emerald blades of grass
Shimmer with silvered dew.
And pleasant bow in the wind breath,
Happy lain in lustrous dance.
Walk and scatter the gentle bee.
Succour taken from grateful flower, an eager departure.
Listen. Summer's hum, an infinite symphony,
Seasons sounds, distinct, without melody.
Yet ever pleasing, a calm reassurance.
Walk into the ris
Let the distance be but a moment's silence.
That fraction between lightning flash and thunder crash.
Let the distance be the quickness of a memory.
A spark of happiness recalled.
Let the distance be the pause between words spoken.
A brief respite, a momentary nothingness.
Let the distance be the millisecond between heartbeats.
An ever present stillness.
Let the distance be the flicker of a candle flame.
The possibility of darkness, but never extinguished.
Trees and Shadows
I remember when we walked
Under shaded trees and dappled sunlight
Your hand held tight in mine.
But now I walk through shadows
Shivering in their chill sadness
And your hand is only air and memories
You remember the times when you were together. You recall each moment. You feel the hand still in yours. Even when those times, that precious hand, have become air and memories.
Grief is an unforgiving partner. You turn a corner
So come gather your memories
Swirling in the night air.
Await the stillness of dreams,
Where silence greets you.
Let the darkness be the canvas
For every colour past.
Peel back those saddening layers.
Expose the happiness buried beneath the grieving.
A dormant happiness,
Ready for reawakening.
Polish those memories to a glittering.
And reveal the healing.
When you live with grief, the sadness builds
in layers. It piles higher
The Sea Wastes The greyscale and pallid skies
Pitifully stared upon the sea wastes.
Turbulent, unending and saddened calls
Wave upon mournful wave collapsing
Onto a silent shore, bereft and lifeless.
Where single cries absorbed to shingle memory. The laughing gulls patrolled the windswept seafront,
Mocking the silence, piercing the sea memories.
Oh happy shores! When sunlight was warmth
And life. And the waves were an infinite pleasure.
Not each wave that endlessly b
Memories in Dawn Light
Did you not see the sun rise?
Or feel the night breath?
Did you not listen to the dawn song?
Or disturb the silver dew drops?
Did you not witness the sky in colour dance?
Or hear the leaf welcome in gentle breeze?
No. You did not.
For you are the light of dawn
And sun painted skies.
For you are the dew drop tears
And the wind that breathes life to memories.
I saw, I listened, I felt everything that morning.
Though you had gone,
Share The Silence.
Share the silence.
Because silence brings memories.
Like wind songs, they never leave.
Some days they roar, urgent.
But on other days, they whisper.
Brought by silence,
Found in stillness.
Share the silence.
The memories will be here. #silence #memories #bereavement #loss
That single moment,
As life-seconds constant pass,
Is everything now. _____________________________
A special moment recalled, in the passing of time. Hold on to those moments, or time will sweep their memory away. #moments #memories #life #loss #bereavement
And the setting sun cast shadows
Desperate to be seen
For they would always rest in darkness
And the winds told their stories
Desperate to be known
For they would never speak
And the air held their memories
Desperate to be recalled
For they would soon fade to night #sunset #shadows #memories
The snow has come
The paths have turned
To blanket thick.
They will not come.
They will not come to you.
Not yet. Wait.
Until the snows have gone
And a world of green returns.
How many snowflakes
Can you catch passing
In blizzard blur?
They are all memories.
Let them rest.
Even the spirits need to sleep.
But in the snow drift pillows
You may see them.
Evening dark returns snow
Casting An old wooden jetty Where a boy once sat Casting rod and line To doubtful fish that surfaced To watch the boy in wasteful hours For no fish would bite But it didn’t matter The boy sat swinging legs Counting the waves And single, lonely clouds Beading sweat to join the sea Would these days ever end? Holidays where the smell of the sea Sent the boy to sleep, comforted By the cries of the seagull flocks, A happy sound recalled. Holidays in perpetuity, Of innocence, of pe
Beach Days Beach days And searing rays Under a sky that smiles On golden miles Of sand and shore And lazy sunbathers That craved more Hours in repose As the sun steady rose And clouds remained A distance thought And rain had never fallen. Weeks of heat On scolding streets That drove the weekenders To out of office replies Their humdrum key-bored sighs Replaced by sand whipped Into ice cream cones By the winds blown Around the feet of the queues Patiently waiting for a 99. Mr
Standing still, transfixed
As silver flood waters rise
What is lost, unseen
Water laps at memories
Hidden in those rippled depths
Never to surface
Yet in time, subsides
The anguish of grief's waters
Life to re-emerge
The flood disappears
Untraced, as if never there
Grief is a flood that overwhelms and engulfs, threatening to submerge memories and feelings of those we have lost.
But the flood waters always subs
If there were but a single star
To accompany the moon
On the darkest night
I know it would be you
For Milla. Lighting my darkest nights. #night #stars #moon #light #memories #remembrance