Monthly Archives: October 2013

Writing Through

Writing Through

I carry my writer’s desk within me
Often woken with words
Inscribed on predawn parchment
By dreamscape’s purple pen

Sporadically my desk is laden
With dry cracked petals
Aching reminders of those I love
Imprisoned by death’s deviation

Other days sprinkled with joyful remembering
My husband’s touch
My son’s laughter
Champers by the sea

Periodic foggy confusion
Bone aching weariness seeps and slithers
Meaning and purpose morph into
Why bother

I wrestle despair until
Once again I believe
With my words to navigate
I’ll find my way

Tricia 10/2013

Mirrors

Mirrors

“The mirror that holds my enemy”
he wrote.
She’s transported back in time,
sees another young man
holding onto the bathroom basin,
head hanging,
tears silently coursing through the lather.
“I can’t shave” he wails
“I can’t bear to look
into the eyes
of the stranger
in the mirror”.
Her arms instinctively reach out
offering comfort
to her long dead son.

Tricia 10/2013

Inspired by the poem Rivers of Tears from the blog
http://inbetweenthemadness.wordpress.com/

Reality

Reality

‘You can’t reinvent yourself,
not without paying a price’
he said.
Sometimes we don’t get a choice,
the price is paid against our will
and reinvention
is our only means of
survival.

Tricia 10/2013