Renewed

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Her eyes no longer red and raw

her hair fell across her face

a curtain of privacy

till he held her hands

a streak of lightning broke the spell

she drew herself up

like a wilted flower grasping at the sun

holding her face in his hands

he tasted the doubt on her tongue

pain on the roof of her mouth

before she gave in

shaking off the past

like raindrops off umbrellas

 

copyright J Tacken 24.3.2015

 

 

A different style of Chat

Seeds and a

a face lit up showing basil shoots

sprouting that she planted

in a used glass jar

artworks displayed

car drive with chatter

lunch

smiles on the face

she ate Thai green curry

that blended with

the colour of her hair

we talked

then new clothes and shoes

her boots falling apart

warm weather on its way

a visit to the penguins

dropped back home

both enjoyed

my girl and I

 

K  had to cancel her outing with her sister, as she had locked the keys in her car and B/F J had gone to do a gardening job, taking the spare with him.

They have made another catch up date for next weekend. I am so happy.

I picked K up and we went for lunch, bought her some clothes and  summer shoes.

We then visited the penguins and I took her back home.

We had a good day, we laughed, we talked, we discussed B (her sister) and Borderline and what she experiences.

She was nervous about moving,  but today they went and saw J,  the wonderful lady who has offered them a room and she now feels a bit more comfortable about having to relocate again.

Mr. S and I  did 11 hours of non stop painting today. I have only just lain on the couch and every muscle and joint is starting to seize ugh! Tomorrow I have an hour massage a birthday gift from a girlfriend, then I am meeting her for lunch. I am SO looking forward to it!

Wednesday I have a Service to conduct in the afternoon, then visiting penguins again.

Thursday, Mr. S and I are flying to Nelson Bay in NSW to stay in a tree studio with spa, for 6 nights. I shall be taking my IPad, but if I don’t catch up on reading you all, or being around..well that’s the reason why.

🙂

x

 

Why are we…

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What do we seek in life? What do we wish for? Our hearts to be filled with pleasure and not pain. Love and joy and happiness. We search, we seek, constantly from the moment of our birth, tread paths not knowing the outcome, we learn, lessons day by day, to reach what, to be able to communicate, to gather friends, to be happy within ourselves, do we have a destination?

Are we merely breathing, acting upon the impulses of life, working jobs, doing tasks, the day to day ~ the norm? What is it we want to accomplish, by the end of our life’s road?
We lived a ‘good life’ we are satisfied, or is there so much more?

Should we make our mark in life, our footprints not eroding with time, will we be remembered for what we have done, more so than who we are? If this the case, we ask ourselves what do we need to do, what changes should we bring?

She/he was a good person, they cared, they protected, they loved.
She/he was thoughtful, did what they could to help others, they lent their hand.
She/he made me laugh and brought me so much joy.
Are these enough?

For when we leave this earthly plain and are burnt to ashes or buried in the ground
what will others say of us?

Sometimes when I write, these thoughts appear from no where, I exist, I was born, I live and I shall die, I want my time to mean something and merely not float by.

As I look upon the creases in my hands, my fingers hit the keys, I wonder where has my life taken me and where do I go from here?

©jmtacken Jan 2014

Photo Credit: http://www.deviantart.com

Walls to break (Prose)

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I’ve walked streets that carried on for miles

passed bevelled corners, walls strong and sturdy

not bending or allowing entry, so I held my face

to the sky, searching for the spot where happiness blooms

until I sight a single rose reaching out, begging me to stop

and smell the beauty of her fragrant petals, to disregard

the clouds that drop with heavy gloom

the walls that stand strong and sturdy

happiness comes in many forms

from opening up ourselves, for letting go

we aren’t perfect, walls can be broken

others can see in us, what sometimes we cannot

©jmtacken Dec 2013

Photo Credit: http://carolwoodliff.com

Saying Goodbye (Prose)

I am cold, death, silently tapped at my door
your weighted tears drop heavily on my cheeks
my parched lips tried to speak
tried to say ~ don’t cry

I wanted to ~ you know that ~ don’t you?

crazy things swept through my head
I didn’t get to tell you my favourite flower
or the song that meant the world to me
or the poem for my Eulogy

why didn’t I say these things before?

would you have written them down
or thought it silly ~ we were too young
to lock these ‘things’ to memory
important now ~ yet not before

but ~ does it really matter?

today I say goodbye
flowers on my coffin, cremating me with
reverence, I pray I’m not forgotten
my girls are crying ~ be strong

can’t you hear my voice?

one more chance to say how I’ll miss you
death ~ life’s circle coming to an end
conceived, live and die, we cannot pretend
we are immune, my time came to soon

the universe made the call

but, in a way I’m ok with that ~ does that sound
stupid to say those words, it’s you I’ve left
behind to grieve, I watch you in the front row
the crumpled tissues that you use

will you grab each other’s hand?

I listen as you struggle with
words you read out loud ~ be brave
a minute or two and it will pass
I’m with you still, I’m here ~ I am

I’ll try and stop your pain ~ I will

as I lay on satin, in darkness
no longer cold, today my body lies here
but not accompanied by my soul
for that has lifted into clouds

can you spread my ashes far and wide to the ocean that I love?

I’m smiling ~ you can’t see me
the ocean at sunset, my last plea
be happy, my love ~ my girls
I am near you ~ I will never leave

©jmtacken Oct 15 2013

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Apologies for any birds ‘singing’ in the background outside my window.

through the pines – Prose

Rove beyond the pines standing straight and tall
gather bracken, wood and leaves to make our bed
lay your body on the ground, gaze towards the clouds
as you wait, I shan’t be long to take my place
laying by your side

hands we’ll hold and skin will touch as fingertips
entwine, we’ll watch stars shoot across the sky
capturing glimpses of the crescent moon that peeks and
hides, we shall listen to the night wind as it journey’s
through the trees and breathe the nettles of the pines that
stand so straight and tall

lips will meet with eyes open wide, I’ll stare into
the ocean of your soul, on a bed of bracken, wood
and leaves, as gentle fingers caress my back
quivering at your deft touch, the taste of skin has
quenched me, the moon and stars witness to our love

the night quietly fell away, eyes opened by the
sunrise just beyond the hill, through the pines
that stand straight and tall on the bracken, leaves
and wood; morning in the forest where we made love
the night before, I shall blush asking if you
love me, you answer with a smile, in my bosom
the beat is silent replaced with violins and harps

This is how he sees her

Sunlight filters through
our kitchen window
between the frame of wood
bounces off the laminate
brushes tea cups on the sink
I watch as you make toast

and I smile at fluffy slippers
with your pilled old dressing gown
the pale blue towel wrapped
around your head from
your early morning shower
it’s old and stained with
hair dye but you refuse
to throw it out

I hear the kettle singing
out it’s boiled call
I watch you dangle tea bags
and hum your favourite song
I see you grab the butter
and the milk out of the fridge
and screw your pretty nose up
as you unexpectedly sneeze

you grab a piece of toast
and feed it to the dog
and tell him he’s a good boy
I love how you say that
yes it is the simple things
that I could watch for hours
the moments of your ‘everyday’
that I so love and admire

I will always tuck you in

100 Words Writing Prompt #323     Velvet Verbosity

The word is TUCK

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Photo Credit- Mark Tasker

Crinkly fingers pink soft to the touch, cupids mouth as she breathes, arms above her head, stretching whilst asleep, little chest rises and sinks

Eyelids flutter but remain closed, what does she dream, little ‘coos’ slip from her lips and tiny sighs are heard

This is my angel I gaze out, as I tuck her safely in her crib, this is the one I would die for as she made my life complete

Now, though many years have passed, if perchance I see her slumber, memories of her tucked up safe flood back…my angel,  my joy,  my wonder

For 100-Word-Challenge-300x231and for my 2 daughters.

 
http://www.velvetverbosity.com/2013/03/19/100-words-writing-prompt-323/

Circle of Life

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Peer over the top       ~     if you are willing
revolutions
cast downward glances
into your world
are your thoughts           ~        earthed
a level playing field
or is the ground
too far away
question life
momentary giddiness
look down
inspect
is                     your glass
half empty
or
                                                                                   perhaps
half
                                             full

FOR  VisDare 11: Whorl

Look at yourself…it’s time

Trifecta Prompt Week 68 – TIME
The definitions to be used are – 3a : an appointed, fixed, or customary moment or hour for something to happen, begin, or end or  b : an opportune or suitable moment —often used in the phrase about time.

I have omitted questions marks as I thought that would spoil the rhythm in reading.

It’s Time

Think of how you have lived your life.  Are you happy. Have you wished for better, for less, for more. Have you given yourself a break from the pressures of friends, family, colleagues, the everyday rut and yes even yourself.

In all that you have, want, take and give are you satisfied with how your life has unfolded, are there dreams that you cling too, keep hold of them. Are you fulfilled, satisfied with you. Whatever your age, race, education, or background, are you content.

Mindful that you share this life not only with yourself but with countless others. Life will occasionally get the better of you and you will experience moments when you simply feel like giving up. Easier to walk away than confront, easier to stay silent than cause conflict, or heartache. Yet life as you know, will also bring you great happiness and tears of joy.

Everyone of us so complex. Your birth was the beginning of you. Your personality shaped inside the womb. How you live, how you wish to be treated and have others treat you is your own doing. You love, you hate, you smile, you cry. You will be sad, angry, you will be hurt, you will hurt. Savour every minute from the moment you are born till the moment you die.

Your life, one chance.
Give freely of ‘you’ to those you know and love but never let ‘you’ disappear.
You are special, unique.
Enjoy who you love, have loved, but also love yourself.
Write that novel, paint that picture.
Expand, explore your mind.
For time is too short, do not let it pass easily.
Show those that you love, how much you cherish them.
Take time each day for that phone call, for that visit to those you know are missing you.
Tell your children, your parents and those you care about that you love them.
Say you’re sorry or forgive me, or can you understand how I feel right now.

…….perhaps it’s time you stopped to smell the roses.

Tonight It’s Me Evolving

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Written before reading other submissions.   For Trifecta    Picture11-1-1