Monthly Archives: May 2014

Screensaver

Screensaver

Screensaver

Almost six years
Since she took the precious photo
Part of a series
Documenting
What was to be
Their final journey to Squeaky Beach
Where nine years earlier
They’d scattered the ashes
Of their only child
Squeaky Beach at Wilsons Prom
Was his favourite place
He loved the serenity
Sitting on the sand
Silently watching the waves roll in
The quirk of nature that caused
The sand to squeak
When walked on
His troubled mind soothed
By the sea he loved
The perfect place
For his life’s final ritual
Each year on the anniversary of his death
They’d return
Share stories champagne tears and laughter
Six weeks before the tenth anniversary
Her husband collapsed
Died in her arms
At first she couldn’t bear
To make the journey without him
By the time she was ready
Her declining health
Made the journey impossible
It was only a few weeks ago
She reached a place of acceptance
Her next journey to Squeaky Beach
Would be with her husband
When their ashes were scattered
Together
Until then
She’d gaze daily at her screensaver
Remembering

Tricia 5/2014

Written in response to Pooky’s Prompt
http://pookypoetry.wordpress.com/2014/05/30/poetry-prompt-30-screensaver/

And Yet

I don’t believe in any life but this one
And yet
As four strangers fought to revive you
I walked the circle weeping and shaking
Family room
Kitchen
Dining room
Lounge
Murmuring all the while
“Come back to me my love
Come back”
I don’t believe in any life but this one
And yet
As time passed and the battle continued
I walked the circle
Crying out to our dead child
“You can’t have him yet Ken
I’m not ready”
I stood in the family room
Watching them trying to pound life
Into your unresponsive body
Then walked the circle again
I don’t believe in any life but this one
And yet
I wrapped my arms around myself whispering
“I don’t want you to go but if you must
It’s ok my love – it’s ok”
I love you more than life
Would give anything for just 5 minutes more
Any yet
I don’t believe in any life but this one

Tricia 5/2014

(I woke to the news of Maya Angelou’s death
Spent the morning reading her poems
I don’t share all her beliefs
And yet
Her poetry speaks to me
This is where the aftermath
Of her words, her death, took me today)

Friendship Tree

Friendship Tree

First her son
Then her husband
Both died suddenly
At times
So lost and sad
She felt she’d cease to be
With each death
More fruit fell
From the fragile friendship tree
Blossom
Once luxurious
Almost nothing left to see
She wondered
Why the friendship fruit
Dropped on fallowed ground
Thought maybe with time
They’d blossom anew
Rotting fruit was all she found
Then her health deteriorated
Breathing more difficult
As her body slowed
More fruit
Fell from branches
Withered fruit was all that showed
Ah well she thought
That’s how it is
I’ve still a few fruit to treasure
With help
I’ll plant a new tree
Fresh blossom brings much pleasure
Replanted friendship tree
Much stronger
Nestled in nutrient filled soil
She was peaceful and content
Knowing her new
Friendship fruit wouldn’t spoil
She still doesn’t understand
Why so much fruit
Rotted on the ground
These days
She’s filled with gratitude
For the new friendship tree she has found

Tricia 5/2014

Written in response to the following prompt. Thanks Pooky and Peter for leading the way.
http://pookypoetry.wordpress.com/2014/05/24/poetry-prompt-24-fragile-friendships/

When All Else Fails

When All Else Fails

They’d not been married long
Already he was ignoring her
Every time the football was on the telly
It was as if he acquired sudden onset deafness
She tried standing in front of the telly
He just leant sideways and looked around her
She tried sitting on his lap
“Not now love, I’m watching the footy”
Never one to give up
She dressed in her finest neglige
Added high heels and long gloves
Plugged in her CD player
Put Shirley Bassey’s Hey Big Spender on
Turned up the volume
And sashayed into the TV room
By the time she began to remove the second glove
She had his undivided attention
It was the next day
Before he bothered to check
The football scores

Tricia 5/2014

► 2:04► 2:04
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=k8FlmXla0Pw

(Written in response to Pooky’s Poetry Prompt – Striptease)

Memories

Memories

Life had taught her much about
Deciduousness
Regrowth
And yet
Wrapped in winter’s embrace
She ached for the fallen leaves

Vangelis understood
He composed
Memories of Green
The notes
That words
Can’t express

Tricia 5/2014

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hthBAnBDNw0

I Had a Boy

My friend, T, has won an international blogging award for her honest, heart wrenching post, “I had a boy”. If you’ve not read C is for Crocodile before, I urge you to do so.

C is for Crocodile

Today, as I engaged in the otherwise mundane chore of putting away clean dishes, I discovered in a drawer containing lids and other plastic items one of those landmines I have talked about: sitting in the back of the drawer was a sippy-topped water bottle. It was something Jodi had gotten for Caemon in his last days because his throat was hurting, and the only thing that soothed it was his orange tea. We got him the bottle so that he could keep the tea in his bed. He woke up a lot in the night in discomfort, so he would take little sips all night, declaring after so many of them, “Mmm. That’s good. That feels good on my throat.” He was so grateful for this, a comfort from his previous life, the life before leukemia.

I have obviously come across this bottle before, but today, I was organizing the…

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Mini Celebration

I just noticed I’ve hit 9000 views today. Not too shabby for someone who goes for weeks at a time without posting.
Thank you to all who have taken the time to read my words. Cheers!

Mother’s Day Book Spine Poem

Witness to the Fire
Writing from the Heart
You gotta have balls

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Another Mother’s Day

Another Mother’s Day

Why did she spend that Mother’s Day
At a conference?
In 26 years
They’d never
Spent a Mother’s Day apart
He rang her
Sang happy mother’s day
To the tune of happy birthday.
She’d laughed
Told him she loved him
And was feeling a little sad
They were not together
He told her
He was happy she was doing something for herself
Wanted her to think of it
As his gift to her
They chatted for a while
About what they’d do
Next Mother’s Day
Shared another ‘I love you’
Then said goodbye
Three months later
Her son was dead
How could she have not known
They would never share
Another Mother’s Day?

Tricia 5/2014
(This poem was written in response to a prompt from Pooky’s Poems)
http://pookypoetry.wordpress.com