Am I anything

Must I die so I am noticed
my voice inaudible, falling
silent on bustling streets
between steps and open mouths

those that live cast shadows
on walls at close of day
bricks of sunburnt orange
their mortar doesn’t crumble

longing to be heard, for
recognition in your world
for I am weak without
admiration

I drift, staring back
at those who cast a rose into
darkness, now I haunt your
dreams, for you to realise
I existed

©jmtacken 3/4/2014

 

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

Fiction – Not related to me having a small break, I shall be busy again for a few days, working on assessments, but had to write.

Can I  just say thank you to all of you for leaving  such lovely comments on my Muse on Vacation post. That was three days ago, seems like 3 weeks. Appreciate your kindness  and caring.

Faye and Tommy (Prose)

ocean coloured eyes, auburn curled hair
nestling on her shoulders, stuck with him
the restaurant, crushed napkin folded
kept safe in his worn wallet

her phone number
scribbled in ink, bled from his
sweaty palms over weeks
yet he hadn’t dialed her number

small town, back woods, trying
the best she could, to get out
leave the trailer park, an inner strength
held behind her cerulean eyes

words spoken of her existence
showed determination, he felt weak
amidst her charms, her softness
his a different pain to hers

the napkin dropped near his plate
alongside remnants of mashed potato
beans and meat, he stared at it a while
did she find him attractive

then left, closing the door to her world
to begin again with his, yet
she kept dragging him back, without
a word between them

just this napkin, he couldn’t throw away
she wanted out, she told him so
was he her meal ticket to a better life
to get somewhere, was this his doubt

and then he threw her number away
‘coz he knew he didn’t have the courage
to find out, the risk of being hurt again
to try and make it work

until one summer’s afternoon
when she played so badly on his mind
like a sweet violin
he made a sign

nailed it to the pole
in the street where she worked
and he waited near by
waited and watched for Faye to see

how much she meant to him
how proud he was of her
and how, with lives so different
they were meant to be

©jmtacken Feb 2014

In a bit of a gushy mood today.

Sharing with Jude from http://raisingthecurtain.net who inspired me to write from her latest post – a fellow Aussie who wrote a piece of fiction, please go visit her and thank you for the inspiration Jude 🙂
and also http://dversepoets.com for OLN.

Also a shout out to the wonderful Brian http://waystationone.com for his nudges in all the right places.

PS I have read and commented on other writers linked into DVerse for some time now and in return they kindly read and comment on what I have written . Please show common courtesy by reading and commenting to other writers,  it’s a two way street. If I offend anyone by this – I apologise.

I remain your puppet (Prose)

If I focus on my environment
I hear glass shatter
never broken window panes
behind closed doors
off narrow hallways
silent hues of amber
and dark red
stain
the frailty of me
I remain

I could run
vanish from my sanctuary
desensitise encounters
but my mind a web
of gnarled branches
untenable
I remain

My path
a narrow road that bends
sharp against the
sheer rock face
edges crumble downwards
as do I
my fate solidified
hoarse voice that screams
no more
I remain

I stay secluded
I stay quiet
wait till voices pass
watch the woods
hold on to what I know is real
adults teach their children
what have I been taught
I remain

©jmtacken Jan 2014

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As my brain could only work once this evening I wrote the above which I share with Angela at – Visdare http://anonymouslegacy1.wordpress.com/2014/01/29/visdare-46-silhouette/#comments

and the team at DVerse OpenLinkNight of D’verse Poets Pub

Blindfolded (Prose)

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

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Want and Wishing

Inspired from a comment on irish katie by wilddesirechats

Below is wilddesirechats comment. I thank you for allowing me to use your words.
Wanting is a natural thing. It’s called ‘heart’s desires’. And you should never stop wanting for something, because then the flame will burn out.

This is from those words.

Want, as natural as breath itself
the longing for life’s wishes
not materialistic but for other
heart desires

Want, should never be forgotten
or left alone like the last
single flower in bloom
but opened and expressed

Want, to dream or believe we
can do, open minds and seek
our goal is to surely run along the path
not walk, encourage our dreams

Want, family, friendships, happiness
to carry love in our hearts
health in our bodies
and peace in our mind

Want, like smouldering embers
in the fire needs to be
sustained for if we relinquish it
like the flame it will slowly die

Want, like flowers have thirst
like fires need flame
or food for our hunger
needs to be quenched

Want, if we let it die, what do we have left
no eagerness to branch out with minds
slowly, like the flower, parts of us
like petals would fall away

float to the ground unnoticed

Time to say goodbye

awake
in darkness
time
unknown

eye-lids heavy
senses not
awakened

but I see you
at the end of
my bed

wake my body
wake my mind
am I dreaming

I will not
accept
death

you are here
we do have
today
tomorrow
the day
after

have you really
been taken
from me

your silhouette
shimmers
before me
unmoving

only
outstretched
hand

elegiac
I am not
scared

I smile
whispery tears
fall
from my eyes
and touch my cheeks

has life been
so cruel
to take you away
to leave me
alone

have you gone?

you gaze
upon me
blurred
yet
translucent

real

smiling
reaching out

if I rise
come to you
will my body
liquefy
into yours

I want to reach out
touch my finger tips
to yours once more

where shall
you take me

are you asking
me to be with you
for eternity

to be cradled
in your arms
as before

I shall
join your
shadow in the
darkness
of early morn

my stomach knots
I do not fight

your strength is
what
I need

make contact
let me feel
your touch

my life is
nothing without
you

I will join you
I shall melt
into the image
I see before me

I shall once more
hear your voice
feel your soft breath
against
my brow

I will join you
don’t fade
wait for me

wait