Changes within seconds

WORDS upon a page, I wrote of
love and trust ~ the mood was right
ten lines in, plying time
settling into rhythm

the phone, a girlfriend on the line
her WORDS  “he’s gone” she cried
perspective changed, pattern lost
~ the feel of what I wrote

the man I knew as ‘Uncle Les’
a tumour diagnosed last month
his life ended 7.45 pm
the rhythm of his heart ~ that stopped

tumour in the brain, caused a cough
otherwise no signs~ we talk of only weeks
how fast the body breaks
how nature’s rhythm, can cease

so I sit here now ~ 9 pm WORDS that were
won’t be again, tonight ~ this night
thinking of the suffering, the son
the daughter, the family ~ his wife

she worked with mum back in 1950
a friendship to which I was a part
~ her birthday tomorrow, we were
to attend, her world now broken apart

why is life cut short, at times
it simply does, the circle as we know
and we ~ the ones left behind are useless
sympathy and condolences to show

so WORDS be gone, of what was thought
star bright skies ~ romance ~ tonight
to you the man I knew, as ‘Uncle Les’
although you weren’t

RIP dear Les, we’ll miss you
your life on earth had purpose
the Universe decided, it was
your time to go ~ WORDS

~ no rhyme or reason

~ I simply say farewell

xxx

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.

and the clock strikes – Prose on day to day

morning filters through dancing curtains
eye lids flutter open, squinting at the sun
a new day, another has begun
rituals performed subconsciously
early morning till darkness falls
grabbing minutes from the clock
tasks needing to perform

traffic lights, idling engine
tapping fingers on the wheel
music keeping calm through
weaving cars and rage
brains not engaged
momentary blankness
remembering last; the locking of the door
seat belt click, now destination reached
dreamtime; with no eyes closed

from (a) to (b) no second thoughts
chores, steps of every day
mundane for the most part
like watching grass grow
(im)personal
we may question as we do
is this what life is all about
a vacuum something surely missed

so from time to time
when given the chance
catch sunshine in your hands
watch eagles soar
listen to the ocean
stand in rain
remember where you are
this life but once
not a dress rehearsal
embrace your moments
like I know you can

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I am not gloomy or down in the dumps when writing this – I thought I would add this note as I don’t want my readers thinking otherwise 🙂

Trifecta Challenge the Path

This was done for trifecta:

www.trifectawritingchallenge.com

This week’s word is:

PATH 1: a trodden way 2: a track specially constructed for a particular use 3a : course, route   b : a way of life, conduct, or thought

Please remember:

• Your response must be between 33 and 333 words.
• You must use the 3rd definition of the given word in your post.
• The word itself needs to be included in your response.
• You may not use a variation of the word; it needs to be exactly as stated above.

This way of life is mine
it was given, I did not ask
regrets are mingled with
I don’t give a damn
moments perhaps wished erased
but to the contrary
moments I would not banish
would my way of life be different
I cannot change so I can’t tell

Temptation has led to trouble
lies have caught me out
becoming a mother gave me inner peace
my true calling without doubt
growing, learning on this path I walk
the path that’s known as life
accepting, forgiving and loving
this is what my journey is all about

being the person I am today
learning how to grow like
tossed autumn leaves revealing
another part to me, this is all that
I can show, for there hasn’t been
another way, I’m simply who I am
you either love, hate me or
simply just accept the person that
you know

my path I still shall follow
till it shuts with eyes closed tight
I’ll have memories of the good and bad
of the laughter and of my tears
my foibles and my strengths
but would I choose another way
no I swear this on my life
my path is something I continue
till I bid this world good-night

We live another day – Poetry

the day has passed the mayan lied

whispered still amongst the crowds

the date was set for 21

but yet we’re still alive

not shattered, crumbled

or breath not breathed

not lying underground

not wasted body

with eyes that glaze

or hearts that have no beat

not lifeless forms of

our ourselves but

breathing and complete

with prophecies from

the past that gave uncertainty

 rest easy now

no harm has come

we’ve passed the date

of twenty one

pay homage to all humanity,

for we have lived

and we are free

Credit – http://listverse.com

ch’abej chik

My Dad – Affectionately ‘Pop’

For my Pop,

This is what I wrote & read to my father not so long ago.

For the last few months I have thought more and more about wanting to sit with you and say what I am about to. Instead I being the writer have written those words and will read it, as hopefully I shall find this easier.

What can a daughter say to her father, that I love you totally? Admire your courage to survive your upbringing, your strength to conquer against all odds your escape during the war. Your tenacity to fight for a better life, not only for yourself but for my mother and your children.

You are a man of dignity and honesty. You have been and still are a wonderful husband to mum and a truly devoted and loving father to your children. You have always been there to support and encourage and give me much-needed advice. You have been the disciplinarian when needed when I was younger, the confidant as I grew and the person I could rely on.

Every daughter will say their father is the best, but of you it is true. It is a pity we don’t ‘know’ the man before they became our father, as I would have liked to have known you in your youth, or a young man, but then again are you so different from then to now? As life rolls by I have so many memories of you and my life is the better for it. I would not change one moment, nor one day.

I have wanted to say these things to you for sometime and even though I pray with my entire being that you will be with me for many years to come, reality means that may not be so. This is why I say this to you now, because I do not want to miss the opportunity of not being able to tell you. I adore you Pop, you will always be with me on this earth or when your time comes to leave it. Perhaps believe in the ever after, so that I can still talk to you and know that you are around me. No words shall comfort my grief or pain when you are not here to talk to or laugh with. I shall remember playing childhood games with you, I shall remember sharing a loaf of bread and a full piece of salami in a car with you and not having anything to cut them with. Our memories will being a smile to my heart. I love you unconditionally and respect you as my father and as a human being.

You have brought me up well and taught me well and for that I am eternally grateful.

You are in my heart and so much a part of me, that tears well in my eyes as I write these words.

But I wanted to say them – had to say them. I am so proud to be your daughter and even more proud that you Pop are my father. So with this I close, I wipe the tears and I vow to spend as much time with you as I can. I love you.

I shared this with you, to implore those that may read it, to say what they feel to their parents, before the chance has been taken from you.  I did and I have made peace within myself, that when his time does come he will know my thoughts and how much I love him. I held his hand and struggled with the tears as I read this to him, but I had the opportunity to do so and for that I am happy.

Remember the lyrics to Mike and the Mechanics Song  The Living Years-

I wasn't there that morning
When my Father passed away
I didn't get to tell him
All the things I had to say