the chapters of her life
read like a book
the page will be turned
the sentences read
paragraphs unfurl
and life at times will halt
as the full stop that she stares
at, when the sentence ends
a comma, gives time to ponder
semi colon her world; her life
she’ll ask if she’ll get through
the cover opens, held in her hands
she begins, unknowing what
paths will be taken
indeed what will be learnt
the synopsis preamble of
what may lie ahead
and will the ending matter
this life is hers she owns
she learns, make errors
two steps back – one forward
she will tread, uncovering
her story will be told
regardless of the words
and perhaps some chapters in
is where she will see
this is the book that had to be
copyright JMTacken 20.4.2014
Forgive me those who read, I haven’t written for a few days, I’m quite exhausted at the moment. This probably doesn’t make much sense, but I wrote it, because it was in my head tonight.
Ramblings From A Mum 
loved it, loved the punctuation, loved the stops and starts and uncertainty = life.
I thank you darling, I was so so tired, have been all weekend with my cleaning jobs now. Bless ya x
hoping for some rest and a bit of a break for you. you have so, so much on your plate – hugs ) b
Hugs back B, just lying here answering all my comments, with eyes half closed. Sorry I haven’t emailed – I shall try during the week. x
hey jen, you know how i am. no worries. just opening the door if you needed to stop by for a visit. don’t want you to add it your ‘need to do’ list, just c’mon over on an as needed basis )
I know hun, thanks you for opening the door x
You always make sense. Take care.
Too kind thank you so much R. I am trying.
🙂
PS would it help if I told you I spent four hours in a chicken mask yesterday.?
Why a chicken mask…and possibly
I was at my niece’s Easter party. I did spend a short amount of time as a lamb, also.
I liked it! Its like uncovering a secret under all layers, even if it means to go one step back a little…
Many layers, like the pages..one at a time, thank you sweetheart x
I think so much of life is about steps taken and steps retaken. In the end the aim is to be content with what has happened and to accept our lot. i like the ideas you are expressing Jenny well done.
Thank you Michael, I am flabbergasted at the amount of views and comments to be honest. Yes our lives are made up of steps in all directions, thanks mate appreciated.
It seemed quite realistic to me!!!!
Thank you Colleen (hugs) x
Reblogged this on The Mirror Obscura and commented:
I have known Jenny for well over a year and she has grown into a very strong voice of poetry and a sophisticated outlook on living. Please Enjoy. >KB
It’s a good poem Jenny… Really liked it…
And Mr Brace, thanks for the reblog… It’s like, I just follow you and I don’t have to bother about missing a single good poem by anyone in this community… 🙂
Thank you again BS, I am not in the category of KB as yet, or possibly never, but yes there are many poets worthy of reading on WP and I am happy that you enjoy what we write.
Thank you very much. >KB
Mr. Brace, it’s all my pleasure 🙂
And Jenny, Art is beautiful in every form… How can I not like it..? 😀
-BS
I appreciate your kind words once again, I hope you do enjoy~ smiles
Thank you so much KB for re-blogging. I am pleased that you have witnessed my journey as a writer and that you can see a difference in my poetry. Greatly appreciate your compliment – thank you.
I love the parallel between one’s life and the contents of a book. It was very clever, Jen. I really enjoyed it.
Thank you darling, how things come into our minds and what we related them to. Glad you enjoyed ~ thank you Beck. x
Wonderful – thanks for sharing! Cheers J
You are most welcome, thank you so much for visiting and commenting.
Life is a story and we live it… leaping from one page to another, one punctuation to the other. How aptly put. Beautiful writing and the ending made me smile… 🙂
Thank you so much anmol, I am glad that you enjoyed and smiled and I thank you for reading 🙂
Yes, it is what it is – there’s nothing you can do, really. *Hugs* Stay well, Jen. 🙂
Thank you darling, just so tired 😦 apt title then I assume? x
Yup. Definitely apt. I think it’s hard for us women sometimes. So many of us were raised to be doers and fixers – it’s difficult for us to just accept that we have to let things take their course. Hope you can get some rest, sweetie.
I am almost asleep now and it’s only 7:30pm 😦 early nights are my only form of catching up now. Thanks hun. x
Sleep well. 🙂
A great write, I am sorry that you are exausted and I hope you feel better soon.
This poem of yours reminded me, it looked, actually, like some sort of a correlation, a neighbouring constelation or a response to one of Charles Simic’s poems.
Thank you O, I will get used to the tiredness, taking on another job and not used to the physical work..sign of age. I had not heard of Charles Simic and I looked him up, thank you so much for your compliment, I’m quite taken back. Hugs x
Discovering your blog this morning was like finding all the Easter eggs. I enjoyed the visit.
Thank you so much John, I am honoured by your visit and appreciate your kind words.
Reblogged this on quirkywritingcorner.
Thank you so much for re-blogging this piece, I am humbled by yourself and KB doing this.
That sounds like my life too, “two steps back – one forward!” Beautifully penned. Happy Easter!
Thank you Jackie, yes our life is steps of progressing and regressing, hope you had a lovey Easter too x
Makes perfect sense and is a beautiful read, don’t be so hard on your self in your exhaustion – I for one am very glad I read it! 🙂
Thank you Helen, it was written through bleary eyes and head resting on hand. I appreciate you reading and your lovely comment.
the book that had to be…i dont think i would change anything in my book…it all was required to get me to here….you know….even those backward steps…smiles…hope you are well jenny…good to see a write by you…
Thank you Brian, I have been too tired to think straight, let alone write poetry, but then I had to say this as this is my life right now, two steps back one forwards. I don’t think I would change my story either. I’m ok just need more sleep than I ever thought possible. Thanks mate.
You may have been tired when you wrote this but it is strong and speaks wisely too. Like the words have truly been wrung from you. I’m sorry you’re having to work so many jobs and are feeling the strain. Very much the story of life at times. Hugs.x
Thank you AM, yes it is a strain and you have hit the nail on the head with the words being wrung from me. Yes, a necessity and I didn’t realise how tired I would become. Hugs back chicken and thank you for reading. x
This makes a load of sense to me, Jen. Try not to overdo things (I know – easier said than done) xxxx
I’m up late, normally now I am asleep by 9. Thanks sweety xxx
i think some of our best writing comes when we are tired, wrung dry,
our natural self defenses suspended. this is one such poem Jen.
You are right of course, our emotions at their uppermost level brings out more heightened writing. Thank you my dear friend and for your lovely comments of late.
I agree with the above, Jen – my best writing comes when I feel as if I have nothing left…that is the moment I have come to learn that I have everything to give. And you gave it all…it’s stunning! And “will the ending matter,” YES, my dear – the journey makes it so!!!!! Be well. ~Karen~
Most enjoyable read. Love the pauses in life.
I appreciate your visit and kind comment Seeker, thank you.