Sunday, March 20, 2011

Inspired by a Stranger (who became my friend)


Inspired by a Stranger (who became my friend)

I found inspiration in someone’s thoughts
and felt compelled to read
and think... and write...
a stranger whose words
mesmerized me
with thoughts that were powerful
and wise
punctuated with deep emotion
and an honesty born
from living life
and experiencing
as much as one can of life
of tasting
as much as one can of life...
this stranger wrote with
a simple complexity
bare faced honesty
a richness of spirit
a wry good humor...

I went back time and again
to read the stranger’s words
hoping each time for a new post
but content to re-read
the already read over again...
like I once read McKuen
and Rinder in my youthful
woman days...
over and over...
I found myself quietly thrilled
when I found the stranger
had something new
to plunge my thoughts into...
deeper... and deeper...

the strangers’ words
touched me ... moved me...
fed my soul...
helped me see more clearly
and filled me with a desire
to experience life more....
sharonlee
15/01/2011 2:13 PM

Waking Up Dead


Waking Up Dead

it hurts
to lose someone
you love…

…there are many
forms of loss…
loss through indifference
and ignorance
…loss through
unrequited love…
loss of a parent…a child
…a life-long friend
a kindred spirit…
it’s all lost in the end…
the all-consuming grief
that washes over your soul
when you lose your lover
your heart’s beat
is like waking up dead
day after day…

some may think it easier
to avoid friendship
commitment…
…love….
but they’d be wrong…
everyone we love
will leave or die
…unless we die first
but to avoid
forming friendships
to deny love
on the principle
that it hurts to lose
…well that is just
living in emptiness
….living in a void of nothingness
not living at all…

…I’d rather have love
and wake up dead
day after day
when that love
is taken away
…then have no love
at all….
sharonlee©
19/3/2011 3:44 PM 

The World Sits Heavy on My Shoulders


The World Sits Heavy on My Shoulders

 

guitar man…play for me

sing my blues away

the world sits heavy on my shoulders

it’s been that sort of day…

I don’t want to burden you

with my troubles

I don’t want share this pain

just sing a song

of days long gone

until I can breathe again…

 

life’s not always gentle

sometimes the nightmare

is staying awake

for when sleep finally

takes a hold of me

my dreams I can create…

… delirium rules the sunlit hours

illusions merge like  a reminiscent mirage

that torments the peripheral of my vision

taunting voices probe my mind

 as if it is their mission

to unpick each frayed fibre of sanity

until I question my very heart

… then the convoluted cycle

rewinds back to the start…

 

guitar man…play for me

sing my blues away

the world sits heavy on my shoulders

it’s been that sort of day…

I don’t want to burden you

with my troubles

I don’t want share this pain

just sing a song

of days long gone

until I can breathe again…

sharonlee©

20/3/2011 10:01 PM

Wednesday, March 2, 2011

Between The Lines

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Between The Lines

this is my face
aged before my spirit has aged
each line etched an echoing chasm
testimony to the tempest-tossed years
the rain-drop tears...the midnight fears
but still...it is my face...
somber eyes covertly betray
the lean years...mean years
abysmal nights and days
where the devils shadow danced
on stained and peeling walls leading me astray...
life-lines tell a story if one reads between the lines
no picket-fence happy endings will you find
that was not lifes plan or grand design
just lines that mark the struggle of the decades passing
in the end I never gave up...but I did stop asking...
this is my face...
aged before its time
touched with an enduringly faded grace
this face is mine;
sharonlee©