Winter not so wonderland


Coats soon will be discarded
They’ll accompany the scarves
Alone they’ll wait until the
Day they’re desired again
Winds will blow dragging winter
Cold to other hemispheres
The sun waits gathering strength
To burst through clouds
Her temperatures bringing warmth
We long for strappy sandals
With sand touched toes
Bare shoulders, the sun against our backs
The days that never end
Balmy wine kissed nights
Lying on sheets counting stars
Through open windows
This time will soon to be ours again
To close the cupboard on winter
Knowing that its taken residence
Elsewhere in the world

Copyright JMTacken 7.8.2014

Pendulum (Prose)


the pendulum sways
side to side




my hand




I wonder, have you gone clockwise through life
a destination held firm, from visions that you
had seen or from what you have learned
the seconds of the clock slowly passing time
regimented ~ telling when to step, to place one
foot and then the other, the goals, the dreams
the plans

a life mapped, ideas of when and how and what
or perhaps you drifted, when unexpectedly
an event threw the equilibrium ~
I'd throw a life line, to drag you back
to what you had foreseen, tell you to hang on
tight ~ or is this the place you'd rather be

life throws curve balls, what we envisaged it to be
uproots itself from the plans we had, makes us lost
and insecure, yet we want grounding do we not

not to be swayed, no glitches that lead a different path
or do we say to hell with it, let the dice roll as they may

my feet are grounded, though at times I may
stagger or be challenged in some way
I want my feet on terra firma, on the road I choose
right now and if a ‘jack in the box’ should appear
then that’s my destiny and I shall face head on for
I do not wish to stray into the anti-clockwise of my life

Rambly – I am what I am tonight

Tonight there is a gnawing in my stomach
a mini marathon ran exhausted
everything seems a little too much ~ close the walls around my grey cells
I do not wish to think ~ I am not myself tonight
children of adult age bear grievances
do not speak ~ lack of love ~ sibling annoyances
horses at the barriers ~ the gate may open ~ but they choose to hold
and not accept themselves ~ both running the same race only
in different directions
parents ageing taking on their pain ~ watching memory wash away
life slipping by ~ a battle that cannot be won
witnessing struggles beyond my ability to help
having my father say “I don’t want to leave you”
can I explain how that rips me apart
earning my keep nine hours spent with whispers that are seen
unwelcome ~ try as I may will this change yet I think
is it me not them
matters to attend to ~ what energy I possess will not
allow what has to be done
friendship lost for reasons unknown
hard to question why
day of not having to think ~ or help ~ or question ~ or ask
or plead ~ or cry ~ or vent ~ or whinge ~ or try to mend ~ or try
to heal ~ or feel sadness ~ or wish there were answers to  ~ to have
no dramas
this is all I ask
I am known as ‘the organiser’ something needs doing
turn to me
tonight I do not wish this anymore
being a mother – giving all I ever could ~ yet sometimes
I feel not appreciated ~ should I ask that I am
I suffer not from illness ~ depression ~ or physical pain
yet when did I lose myself and why
do I feel this way ~ maybe just today
hopefully just today
I look at life through different eyes
I write this not for sympathy
or comments to stay strong
this is how I am right now
tomorrow I hope will be