Death Tree

I walk
Along the path where wheels are spun and
Feet tread
The morning hot, I am glad for blankets of
Cloud that hide the sun
Leaves scattered like splinters against the cement and
Like a child I step on them to hear their noise
A tree stands tall though dry
She is bound towards her base with plastic wrap
Here she holds like a mother of her young
Colourless flowers of plastic
In memory of a soul
Beside the highway as lives drive past
Someone had lost theirs
She is not dry for lack of water but
From sheding all her tears

 

 

 

Do you?

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Do you
Do you
Talk to the dead
lay flowers on the stone
run your finger tips inside
the chiselled line of their name
the date they came into the world
the day that they had gone
connecting the dots of their life
through marble fragments
with your memories

Will you
Will you
Cast your pain and suffering unto them
hoping to alleviate yours
for they have left and you have not
guilt subsides
you must rest as they do

Can you
Can you
believe that as much as seasons change
when leaves fall
or hold strong to boughs
when coats are cast or donned again
as day turns to night
and night brings a new morn
you will be once more
together in their arms

Do you
Will you
Can you

 

 

copyright JMTacken 7.1.2015

She was his

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He grabbed her
hands around her diminutive waist
his words were honey dripped
of love, desire and she held
them all as they danced around
the perfume of magnolias
below the sky of gems

Her skirts swirled across the grass
his eyes blue as ocean spray
pierced her heart and the blood
mingled with the honey
melting into his arms

losing himself in her
the tilt of her head, the fall of her hair
the smile that was brighter than the stars
and he held her close and firm

then the moon showed itself
its luminous glow burst across the graves
and he was alone
his arms empty

copyright JMTacken 5.1.2015

We remember Mid October

She left us with a smile
it bounced gently
from across the shores
like rays of sun
into our hearts
the lilt of her voice never heard
her giggles spread
far and wide across the pages
that she wrote
she loved chocolate
spreadsheets, lists
rode on bikes
showed us strength
in oh so many ways
and we were taken in
love and admired
her charm that reached out
to us and we were grateful for
her courage and determination

No matter how long or short a life
sadness falls upon us
when we lose those whom we love
mere words not enough to cover
the uniqueness of a life
the joy they brought
the mutual love and friendship

When they are called to travel on
we are left with memories
cherishing the time
we shared their lives
a candle that once burned so brightly
was extinguished without a flicker
and we now remember how brightly it burned
I still hear her giggles, I do
as I listen to the cello play

Dedicated to our Katie (a WP writer) who left our world and those she loved and who loved her October, 2013. We love you, we miss you, we know you are with us still

Copyright JMTacken 7.11.2014

Then and Now

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today
lips briefly scratch the surface of cheeks, you make your way to work
where were we?
when mouths just touched erotically, causing pulses to race

today
hands are held, but it’s I, that grab your awkwardness
what begun?
as your tongue manipulated my finger tip held in your moist mouth

today
we sigh in exasperation after cross words, or the garbage not emptied
where was I?
as breaths grew deep making me dizzy with anticipation

today
you hardly touch my face, except to wipe the crumbs from morning toast
where were you?
as you cupped my face within your hands drawing my bottom lip into your kiss

today
your arms encircle me, when others comment how in love we are
what happened?
as skin felt on fire and we smouldered at each other’s touch

I remember ~ the flashbacks give me hope

©jmtacken 13th March 2014
(Fiction)

Sharing with http://withrealtoads.blogspot.com.au Kerry has us creating a flashback moments

Holding on

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ensconced in cerebellum
I long for corners, footsteps
creating distance, to catch a breath
hold back, decide if I should
reminisce or let them fold in silence

I cannot weep and spoil
the very foundations that hold
the walls, so I keep a quietude
allowing those buried deep
those that cite heartache
to lay as they are

arouse memories
that evoke exhilaration
where only tears of happiness
would be shed, corners block my vision
from what causes trepidation
let them lie undisturbed

if life was only this easy
to eradicate the memories
I wished not to retain
but in fairness, if not for pain
and heartache
would I be who I am

the lessons taught
to conquer, rise above
I live continually
with sharp corners and much
~ much more

©jmtacken 11 March 2014

 

For my brother R.I.P (Prose with music)

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and play

Send a whisper back, to who was loved
catch the moment they may hear
enshrouded veils of yesterday’s
if I could reach through years
to bring you home

I would

Mountains, seas, harshness of winter
winds, heat of summer sun, do you feel
do you see ~ divided I trace momentos
can I bring you home again

Can I bring you home

holding to memories, your smile
laughter, the goodness you had
inside, misunderstood by many
free spirit you walked your own path

Have you found your way

My aching heart still lingers
when I think of you
the flowers next to frames
words spoken, so much time passed

I’ll always remember you

Photos holding you, the beads you wore
the poem I wrote leans against your heart
a reminder of who we were
who you were

A sister/a brother

Born into this world
not knowing of tomorrow’s
when you began to lose your way
perhaps beliefs could have changed
then you may have stayed

Return to me/to us

All I have is memories
and parts of you, you owned
your crystals, your scarves
the glasses that you wore

Come home

Silently cross legged
corner of room
symbolic mudra held
I glance and realise
silence of words

This belonged to you

This is what you left
majestically he sits, silent
eyes closed in my house
guiding, reminding me of you

My fingers wordlessly trace the wood

I hope that you dance and laugh
wherever you may be
that clouds are white not grey
that music fills your heart
that you remember me

Can I bring you home

I would if I was able
so you could be again
give a sign you’re happy
you hear my words ‘cross
tears that fall

Call a whisper forward

©jmtacken Feb 2014

My younger brother passed 10 years ago… today listening to music I felt the need to write the above.

Colleen from http://bikecolleenbrown.wordpress.com  wrote a post the other day. In this post were two lines that I was attracted to immediately  – Send a whisper back and Call a whisper forward. With her permission, I use these lines in the above- thank you Colleen.

I share this with OLN http://dversepoets.com

Like it was yesterday (Prose)

Grace,ethereal & dream were 3 words kindly given to me by http://whocouldknowthen.wordpress.com

Thank you and I hope you enjoy.   Please listen to the music as you read.

with grace she enters from the dressing room
captivating those that turn,  their lipstick stained glasses
held in hand and some gentlemen who sit on couches
sideways glance to hold her beauty in their eyes

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too ethereal for this world, angelically she softly glides
and takes her place in front of the mirror that can’t
reflect the beauty she holds inside
satin shoes,  dress of lace that waterfalls
around her feet

her dream,  on the verge of being fulfilled
my dream ~ her happiness and I wonder does she notice
the tears that well,  the inner glow of love I simply feel
watching as she turns and almost pirouettes
across the floor

a young girl now grown
a life to live away from home
my eyes soak in her beauty ~ yet there is a sadness
as her new life begins,  away from sheltered arms that
held her close,  wiped her tears,  raised her through the years

words that even now are hard to write
though it’s been some time since that day
my baby,  my first born child,  the dress that fitted
like a glove,  the tears of joy that trickled down her
porcelain skin

this memory will remain with me of how I felt
back then ~ the picture in my mind I shall
take that to my grave and in these moments
the years flow past my eyes ~ her first steps
her first words, her engaging smile

this elegant young woman
with a smile as wide as a crescent moon
before a veil is placed to complete the look
and as she turns to me
I see the utter joy across her face

her gown,  this day,  she is ready
she has chosen what she is to wear
her happiness impossible to hide
and I smile a reassuring smile… a mother to daughter’s love
a mothers’ pride ~ just the way you are

For any mother or perhaps father seeing their daughter in her wedding dress for the first time.

 

Beck

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My weekend – sorry it’s long (drink and patience possibly required)

Where did my weekend go? Zip - disappeared, vanished.
Possibly because when you are busy it flies and the times when you are bored out of your brain (not that that can happen) the time drags.

Friday night we went to dinner Mr. S and I - just the local Chinese and we started with San Chow Bow (lettuce cups with mince and veg) followed by garlic prawns and cantonese beef and special fried rice (as let's face it, no chinese meal is complete without it).

Saturday hmm shopped for my penguins at the Deli for their small goods and then went shopping for nibbles (dang I didn't take a photo of my fantastic nibbly platter) which consisted of prawns, fresh salmon, cheeses, Kabana, dips, watercress, crackers and fetta stuffed baby bell peppers (tiny little red peppers that cost $32.99 a kg! - but so yum)

Two dogs arrived for dog sitting in the morning - 2 extremely obese dogs that I had previously minded 2 years ago. One a Staffy and one a bull-dog. The poor poppets, the bull-dog already has a hard time breathing due to her squashed in nose, but the weight this poor old girl had on her..well it got me angry, because in truth dear readers, this is abuse, just as much as my insane neighbours and how they treated their dog.

I took them for 3 walks each about 20 minutes each. They weren't dragging on the lead in fact the opposite, but when we returned home, the drink bowls were emptied, drooled and dribbled all over the kitchen floor and they sounded like steam trains. I 'gently' told the owner (when she phoned asking how they were) that she was pretty much killing them with kindness. Her reply "I know", said with such a who cares attitude (which shocked me as she seems quite lovely - though possibly a tad ignorant when it comes to 'how much should I feed and walk my pets).

We are due to mind them again in 2 weeks, it will be interesting to see if she cancels. I honestly feel like saying to her, let me have them for a month - Mumsy's boot camp and I shall have them fit again for you! They have chicken and steak for tea a normal portion, but she also gives them breakfast and treats throughout the day and they get walked for 30 mins each morning, but she clearly needs to exercise them more or put them on a stricter diet.

A friend of the owners came to pick them up this morning and he said "yes I have told them to stop feeding them, but I do the same with my dogs". I said why, his reply "well when do you know when they have had enough".

My jaw dropped readers, let me tell you.

Maltese Shitzus, he said that he leaves 2-3 bowls out of food ALL DAY, he also gives them treats, he even takes treats when he takes them out walking!! I simply don't understand, I said "you put one bowl of food down for each, if they haven't eaten it within half an hour, you remove the bowl". I got a dumfounded expression and a "Oh..really, but I feel so bad".

Anyway enough of that, Saturday night we tottered (well drove) to pick up the penguins as we were celebrating Fathers' Day (which technically for us down under is today 1st September) but we were doing the dinner at my brothers as he was working today…I am raving here aren't I? So anywho..the night went well, plenty of wine and food consumed. Speeches for Pop, more food :-( more wine :-) and I walked away with the button of my jeans undone because I ate..then had cake… oh dear mybad.

Today we went over to Mr. S's dads, as it was his first Father's Day since his wife passed (Rose). R.I.P Rose 29.6.2013. We had a BBQ lunch as it is the first day of Spring for us ( I am SOOOO excited) and the temperature was 25degC.

Today was also the day that us ladies (Mr. S's 3 daughters and Mr. S's sis-in-law and I) decided it was time to clear out Rose's wardrobes and cupboards etc. Armed with garbage bags, we all tackled different spots and it took us a good 3 hours to remove everything. What we didn't choose for ourselves, some now 'retro' clothes, make up etc, we have bagged for the Charities.

It was a little surreal, as if we robbing the grave as we held up items and then agreed to keep or to give away. The charity people will be very happy I am sure, as many clothes still had tags on. Rosy loved to shop though wheelchair bound, she had 2 wardrobes full of clothes and shoes and bags, many not even used.

So Rosy I thank you for letting us take your belongings the items that you loved - we shall put them all to good use.

On the way home we called in to see my Pop and mum again to officially wish him Happy Father's Day.

So that's why it went zip folks, before my very eyes, thank you if you actually read any of this. So now here comes the question which is a subtle way of saying you have to read to answer - or take the fast way and just scan down to this part - how was your weekend?

after the day – prose from Port Douglas

no unsettling macabre tales
as deep within these grey cells
lies beauty – a captured picture
not through a lens
but taken through my eyes

gone the wintry blustery grey
the dark as dungeons, the shutters
of my eyes the camera holding
what I see and feel and smell

for it’s me that takes the candid
shots, though years may travel on
if I never see the photo printed –
in my mind I’ll see it clear, I’ll
remember what it looked like what
was captured here

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Calling it a night though only 8:30pm…must be all the fresh air 🙂 We had a lovely tea. Pasta Carbonara for Mr. S and I have a yummy Surf and Turf (thick med-rare steak with garlic cream sauce topped with king prawns, salad and chips) oh and a Mojito …can I tell you how lovely that was… 🙂 So it’s over and out from me for another night (and here I was thinking I wouldn’t blog whilst away…yeah right Mumsy) I figure if I do this daily I won’t have so much to catch up on when I get back. 🙂 xx