Monthly Archives: December 2013

Replacing ‘Christmas Eve’

Replacing ‘Christmas Eve’

There was a poem/journal entry here that I needed to let go of. I’ve decided to replace it with this wonderful quote from, Neil Gaiman:-

“I hope that in this year to come, you make mistakes.

Because if you are making mistakes, then you are making new things, trying new things, learning, living, pushing yourself, changing yourself, changing your world. You’re doing things you’ve never done before, and more importantly, you’re Doing Something.

So that’s my wish for you, and all of us, and my wish for myself. Make New Mistakes. Make glorious, amazing mistakes. Make mistakes nobody’s ever made before. Don’t freeze, don’t stop, don’t worry that it isn’t good enough, or it isn’t perfect, whatever it is: art, or love, or work or family or life.

Whatever it is you’re scared of doing, Do it.

Make your mistakes, next year and forever. ”

Neil Gaiman

Some Things The Fates Don’t Allow

Some Things The Fates Don’t Allow

Fragile, fraught
time of year,
seems harder to grasp
you’re no longer here.
I occasionally scream and swear
as you’d expect,
the constant longing
so very hard to accept.
I laugh sometimes
and play with Big Ted,
he’s my closest companion
now you’re dead.
You both live on
in my memory
but at Christmas time
it’s not enough for me.
I want to caress your cheeks,
touch your hair,
wrap you in my arms,
tell you how much I care.
I’m thankful I did these things
when you were both here with me.
Maybe next year will be easier,
I’ll have to wait and see.

Tricia 22/12/2013

PINK FLOYD – “Wish You Were Here” (remastered) – YouTube




Some refer to this as a martini.
I prefer to think of it
as a juniper berry and olive salad,
served with a vermouth dressing.

Tricia 10/2013

Disability (a guest post by journeyintopoetry)

The following is a link to, Disability, a powerful, honest, courageous poem, written by my friend, Christine.
Courage is more than living daily with tenacity in the face of disability. Courage is also being unafraid to speak the truth about the tough times, writing the words some don’t want to hear.
I’m thankful every day for Christine’s presence in my life.



She thought she had swept it all up
and yet
occasionally she stands on slivers;
the broken china of her childhood.

There’s a touch of sepsis
in these older,
tiny fragments.

Tricia 12/2013

(Tacenda:- things not to be mentioned – better left unsaid)