Words mean nothing…nothing (Prose – Part 2)

“It’s over ~ I don’t love you anymore”
words stumble from your mouth
they tip from your cracked lips
to hit the floor like concrete
no emotion, no depth, they land
thinking they will impact me

wrong ~ like crocodile tears
no affect at all
false pain spreads across your face
the acting classes taught you well

I try to stop my laughter ~ crap
do you know how I have longed
for this, this farce to sacred vows
once taken in our youth
a sham that tops all others
with indiscretions along the way

but it’s I who’ll have the last word
when you hear our love was broken
years before your decision to end it all
and I’ll wait for your reaction
the false pain you show ~ will then be real

©jmtacken 19/11/13

I don’t know why this has grabbed hold of me tonight – this is Part 2 and hopefully concludes at (Part 3) tomorrow night – bear with me readers.

Forgotten in time

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A little ambiance….please hit play…listen for a moment…as she sings… read

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summer heat crackles
reminiscent of parched leaves
crumbled by the sun
back of an old persons hands
whose years have toiled
towards the water
slowly I tread…I tread slowly
wet sand, beneath my feet
soft cool brushes ankles
white skin goose bumps
darker deeper

the veil of cobalt blue
slowly I tread…I tread slowly
into the watery grave
of those that laughed
and cried before me
the remnants of their
chalky bones crushed
with shells I walk upon
disguised in grains of sands

those who spoke of love
as did I, who shed a tear as I
who gazed upon the moon and
watched a shooting star
and danced on wooden floors
dressed in finery
gathered skirts and cotton breeches
slowly I tread…I tread slowly
that went to war

who smiled on wedding days
who mourned at tombstones
girls who bore infants, when they
were but infants themselves
watery grave of those no longer
gather round me
hands reach out and softly
stroke my skin, crying to be
remembered, souls that still exist
souls I shan’t forget
slowly I tread..

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This was inspired from some words that Tracy at http://tracysite.wordpress.com  had written. I could not let these words go – so thank you Tracy for the inspiration. For the music I thank Miri – my poet mentor at Words From Here To There,  find her work at http://anotherwanderingsoul.wordpress.com.  She introduced me to the exotically sublime voice of Loreena McKennitt.

Mumsy has been busy

Some of you may or may not know that Miriam from Another Wandering Soul  and Life and other Tales and I have started a new site purely for our poetry.

This is a collaboration of two minds, a young, vibrant one from Germany, and a slightly older fuzzy one from Australia.  The site is

http://wordsfromheretothere.wordpress.com

Below are two of the pieces that I wrote in the last few days. I will (apart from photo challenges) be placing my poetry works in this site, so I ask if anyone is interested in reading my work that you pop along over there. Miriam and I do joint pieces (one line each or 1 stanza each) or individual sets and also choose pictures where we write individually and post (without peeking at each others work prior to publishing).

I post these only to show you that I have been writing the last few days, just been a little remiss with ramblings – which I intend to rectify over this weekend. For those that are following us already – we both thank you. To those who haven’t popped in, we look forward to seeing you from time to time, pull up a chair, relax, the wine and cheese are on us 🙂

Courtesy of:      designinstruct.com

PROTECTION  7-6-2013

I shielded myself from your cruelty
the harshness of the elements
weren’t as strong as the
taunts you bandied, fists clenched, angered eyes

sheltered protected, I tried to hide
in recesses of my mind, I sort solitude
and dreamt of open plains where
I was free to run and feel no pain

hold on I said, I told myself a thousand times
buffer the words that you scream
until I broke, my mind collapsed
my parasol too weak to stave your evil

THE LOVE BOAT – 7.6.2013

In love what shifts like sand
friendship – admiration – trust
should we reassess now and then
where we are at; where we head

Bow or stern which way to walk
which direction; for better or worse
as waves tumultuously hit
the foundations of my judgment

Perhaps the middle along the keel
where balanced thoughts are kept
or walk along the bilge persuading
darkened thoughts to dwell submerged

Top deck I could spritely march
tossing away indecisiveness
casting aside my unjust fears
as the winds blow the sails

First kiss and where did it lead?

We kissed
not knowing
what a kiss meant
children young
innocent

but as we grew
friendship transformed
to true binding love
heartfelt and warm

this is the place
where we took
our vows on the sand
committed our lives
to walk
hand in hand

and this is us now
I look back on those years
the first kiss that we took
our crush in school years
our wedding
the joys of
the children I bore
moving houses
the mortgages
the debts and
windfalls

 the grandchildren
laughing
the family
that’s ours
the first kiss
that started
what we have now

and yes we make love
we hold hands and we kiss
we share precious moments
and won’t relinquish
what we feel for each other
our love or our bond
our bodies have changed
but our love is still strong

we give thanks to the children
we were on that day and
give thanks to each other
that our love has remained

‘A little bit of the warm and fuzzies’

Saturday Centus Wk 148 Perhaps

Saturday Centus Week 148  – The prompt this week is:   “Without you around, I sleep like a baby” 108 words including the 5 in the Title.

Perhaps because there is no snoring
no sniffling, moaning, grumbling
perhaps there is no waking me as you
get up for the loo
perhaps I am not woken from sheets
or doona being dragged off me
or talking in your sleep as you
sometimes do
yes
without you around I sleep like a baby
I wake in the morning quite refreshed
but I would miss the noises that you
make the little disturbances throughout
the night
for I know that this way you
are next to me
your body next to mine and
I’d rather have that and a restless
sleep
than be sleeping all alone

Life does change

She stands

in the garden, alone in her thoughts, not knowing what her life will bring, simply letting her mind wander to what the future holds for her, what goes through her mind?

she bows

her head, trying to breathe, trying to visualise the hours ahead, the day of becoming a married woman, the moment she says I do

she leans

against the wooden tree which gives support to her trembling body, for she is nervous yet exhilarated at the age of twenty-six, young and about to begin a new life

she has

her dream come true, like many other young women to find their companion in life, to commit, to begin travelling down an unknown road with the one that she loves, her wedding day

could she

have known it would cease,  did it cross her mind on this day the 16th February it wouldn’t
be forever

she has

moved on, she is very happy in her life and she is also happy for the man that was
her husband

life changes

feelings get lost, communication breaks, meeting a T intersection, different directions
are taken

but she

is ok with that, for life isn’t always perfect, sometimes it’s not a fairy tale romance, not the happy ever after, but lessons are learnt, she has grown and now she can look through the photos of that day which bring a smile to her face and she can remember ….life does change