Two worlds collide

Patterns are seen through my eyes
through yours, yet yours are different
They cascade like waterfalls, without
the kaleidoscope of colours
weaving through transparent drops

From darkness yours emerge, places that I
know not of, I do not feel your fear
I witness, the anger, bitterness
you who predicate you have drunk
from the poison liquid of my womb

Torn between these worlds
One I knew so well, now do not
Your world so black at times
To you I am the cause
do I know you any more?

The disdain of me or others
when your world closes in
Shall I blame you?
When the waterfall plunges to the
murky abyss, not a clear and soothing pool

Let the particles of the day fall
across my eyelids, when they finally
close tonight, so I may forget the day
To rest, cast off events, the
biting tongues, hatred glares

Let me find solace, in dreams that
may await, until a new morning
spreads it’s golden wings across
my window and hope a new
day brings us peace

copyright JMTacken 26.5.14

Who are you my child? (MLM Prompt)

Raising children
The hardships, the joys, the anger, the love
teaching the ‘little people’ how to become the best that they can be
instilling all the ‘bits and pieces’ that were taught to me
in this different world, this different way of living
sometimes the battles reign supreme, with the pieces not quite fitting
yet, all a mother wants and needs, is simple and not complicated
happiness, being true, settling into a life pattern

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Their path will be rocky, as was mine, stepping over pebbles
leaping over boulders, experiencing heartache, learning what’s expected
finding love and believing in themselves.
It’s not an easy task for them pursuing dreams, for sometimes dreams
are just that and nothing will come of them.
Perhaps expectations run too high. “Why can’t you be like this or that”?
“What makes you tick, what is your passion?” dreams are simply not enough.
How easy it would be, for them to find their path, how easy it would be for me
to say enough…is enough.

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Yet I’m bad at teaching lessons, I know this to be fact.
I can’t see my child face consequences.
This is a failure, for the lessons can’t be taught, this is my unavoidable pain
that I’ve brought upon myself.

Raising children is not easy, the road is fraught with danger.
Finding love is what you wish for them, to love themselves and others.
Pursuing dreams is a wish, but is it a reality?

I cannot find you
our roads have crossed too often
find yourself, be happy

©jmtacken Jan 5th 2014

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For Mind Love Misery’s prompt this week, we have many choices..choices I’m not good with, so I have incorporated 3 of them in one. I wrote this without really thinking, the old S.O.C just typed and whatever sprang upon the page – so be it, for good or for bad, this is my entry to the prompt.

http://mindlovemisery.wordpress.com/2014/01/05/prompt-37-unavoidable-pain/#comments

The prompts were:-

Some examples of unavoidable pain which you are absolutely free to use
Taking up exercise
Medical procedures
Medication
Rescue efforts (ever hurled yourself in the path of a moving object to save someone?)
Job interviews
Raising children
Finding love
Pursuing dreams

Blindfolded (Prose)

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rose red cuts the colour of
your porcelain self
a heart that openly loves
accepting of another
disregarding truth

careful ~

thorns can scratch
or pierce
blood will flow
drain you
do not succumb

lacerated love

the fantasy is culled
reality can wound
things are not
always
what they seem

©jmtacken Nov 2013

Photo Credit: Visit darkmus.com

Free falling (Prose)

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catch me when I fall
as I know not where I’ll land
a thousand feet per second
such adversities imposed
like gusts of wind
as I descend

catch me when I fall
for I am not secured
tethered to the structure
of my life, that once held me firm

catch me when I fall
treading tightropes
arms outstretched
pulled in all directions
need my balance to return

but if your arms can’t reach me
hold a safety net
to stop my pain
tell me pull the rip chord
till I am safe again

 

©jmtacken Oct 8 2013

Photo Credit hqwide.com

What is it all about? nonsense number 3

writing
constant
sit tight
late night
long days
sunrise

and what should be written
passion/hate/melancholy/happiness??
words for me but for yOu
no hiding from the world
scraps of yellowed paper
journal scribblings
waste bin piled hiGH
love/sadness/death/remorse??

who understands the
couplets/depth – breadth/sonnets??
necessary? uNeccesary?
the world sees now they are my
Judge & Jury

thoughts fumble
words tumble
p
o
u
r
onto the page for
me for you for both??

what enjoyment is their had
meanderings of an unknown
what do YOU seek
when you rEad

soft words HARD words
something
inBetween

must it make sense
thought process
must it stand alone
who cares?
must it pull EmoTion
from your core

leave you puzzled

as to what I meant
do You nEEd to understand

I only know I MuSt
I know not
what’s acceptable/what isn’t
required/needed/held in high esteem
sent to trash bin sight unseen

for a writer and their mUse
meet mine – she’s on your left
we come here every night
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our need is great
SHE shares her soul and digs dEEp into mine
clawing her way through

I write for that is what I know
feel
lust
crave
control
it iS mE

Arguing

words ricochet back – forth
screaming voices
whose the first to take control
to dominate the ‘discussion’
bullets hit home
bulls-eye
things said in heat, I’d welcome
a hot summers day, I would trade
the scorching searing, replace
the deep breaths trying to grab air
for understanding, but I have only
bewilderment and hear
the slamming of the doors
not knowing which way to turn
what should be said, reactions
wanting to start again
not dragging up the
‘kitchen sink’
focussing on the now
but I don’t, we can’t return
to normal, tears are shed
anger is left in hearts
feelings of I understand
but I don’t

What attracts a reader?

Us writers have a veritable smorgasbord of words to choose from.
The words are what seizes the readers attention.
Do we have to make it complicated, ostentatious?

Shall I entice those that read mine with a

Roast Kurobuta Pork Belly with Apple Sauce
Shall I baffle them with a
Terrine of Foie Gras, Alsace Vieille Prune Marinated Black Mission Figs
Shall I confuse them with a
Pesto Crusted Lamb Cutlets with Eggplant and Olive Caponata
Shall I make them linger with a
Shortcrust Tart with Crème Pâtissière and Passionfruit

No… mine are more simplistic and shall be served as

peanut-butter