Today never the same as yesterday

Photo by me At Mossman Gorge

The heat wave came and went
clothes were peeled like orange skins
rain today broke the crispness
soaked the roots of those that withered
a quieter frame of mind than yesterday
watched the water fall over gutters
standing on the deck of wood
looking at birds open beaks
in happiness and they too are quieter
taking in a new day that is
warm and soaked

The rain continues outside my
windows, hitting the asphalt darker grey
quiet moments of listening to what surrounds me
no music played, no TV watched just me alone
pensively contemplating this new day

Copyright JMTacken 9.1.2015

And then there was nothing..or was there

Tell yourself ‘do nothing’ but
You still are doing something
The act of being in nothingness
still holds your breath
within those seconds your chest
rises and falls

Escaping existence
collapsing into quiet
floating in your imagination

Minds don’t shut down
Your body can if given the chance
Eyes open or closed
thoughts continue to tumble
In the nothingness of you
not doing anything, you still ‘do’

 

 

Copyright jmtacken 14.7.14

Can’t you see me (Prose)

what was your journey
did you pirouette ‘cross mirrors
glass unyielding
drift on gondolas
floating rivers of satin

~~~

or was your world defined
by fear
each breath inhaled
hope disintegrated
the days you woke
a burden upon
normality

~~~

you reached
but no one grabbed
you cried
but tears weren’t heard
a journey leading no where
in silence
held yourself in you
as no one understood

~~~

your fragility hidden
you held no signs
lost my way, I am weak
can’t you help
can’t you tell
the battle fought

~~~

did your self esteem
waft in vapours
from the coffee cup you held
early morning air suffocating
the days that you felt strong
trying to fit, the jigsaw puzzle in
your mind

~~~

let me help you pirouette
once more in life
dance across this stage of so called
imperfection
for it is all around us
it is not you

©jmtacken 23rd Feb 2014  – Fiction

Photo Credit:Falln-Stock    Shared with Mind Love Misery’s Prompt Prompt 44 Immobilizing Paronoia

To be me

Can I be her for a millisecond just tonight
silent facing wood that doesn’t speak
to humans only to the forest
not to look behind, life echoing responsibility
wheels that churn, wheels that show
no sign of rust and will not seize that easily
this is who you are ~ what you must be
what you must do ~ what then becomes of
m
e
is it reasonable to ask
the one in the middle, the bearer of the
pain I see in others, the brunt of tirades
from the child of my loins
“I don’t understand who she is”
understand
m
e
how life has changed
freedom wanted in little things
nothing more ~ nothing less, I promise
give me the milliseconds of silence that I crave
to intake air, so I can breath
give me the peace of the woods, against a tree
not turning to my left or to my right
or even looking back
just
m
e
sheltered under the canopy

©jmtacken Oct 7 2013

My 630th post

inside (Prose – from 3 words)

Oh I have another 3 words kindly given to me by   summerstommy2  please go and visit and say hello.

Scurry, polite, anonymous – again I twitch nervously.

Feet step on terracotta leading to the entrance
my chiselled wooden door, solid structure that holds
my life within and holds the world outside
it’s where I have my secrets; where my life is mine
to write to my hearts content or scurry ‘cross the woollen rugs
a cushion held and twirl to orchestrated music in my head

and if by chance I’m anonymous in this world where I reside
I take that as a blessing in-between the minutes of routine
for I have the chance to dance like no-one’s watching
to shimmy down the catwalk of my hallway,  to pour a wine
and place my feet upon the table,  if these are things I choose to do

and in my chase to find myself I shall ask the universe
but be polite of course  to keep me whole , to keep me sane and
safe behind my heavy wooden door, that cuts out all I need
not know or need to care about, till I decide I need fresh air
and tread again
the terracotta steps

jmtacken Sept 2013

A little more SOC with this – as my muse didn’t want restrictions this evening.

**Please keep sending  your 3 words,  if you would like me to write something from your inspiration.

Vis Dare Challenge # 9 – Alone

ALONE

I avert my eyes from
looking at you
shedding your tears
that meld with the rain
and hit the ground
I do not cry

There is nothing
you can say
to make this right
leave me to my
musing

I am alone, but I am
strong, just not today
or at this moment

my universe will heal
being without you
shall not let me
linger in this pain
I experience now
I don’t require
your penitence

I need to sit
gather thoughts
to toughen
to block
further weathering
to my heart

trust me
I’m a survivor
no need
to complicate it
any more with
your words

stop saying
you are sorry
I ask you
be silent
like the walls

Stupidity
on my part
assuming we
could be
more than
friends

We can’t
you said
so life goes on
don’t stay
and beg
forgiveness

I won’t remain
anchored
as the monument
I will move on

without you

RULES:

150 words – or less for   anonymouslegacy.blogspot.com.au