Wrong Time, Wrong Place, No More

Empty. 

The imprint you left.

Just a soul-shaped blackness in this weather-worn heart.

An unexpected aching from platonic roots.

Life lurching to neverwhere,

Incomprehensible without you.

Impossible emotions building to crescendo,

Filling the silence with vacant dreams.

Flickering candles.

Cast hollow shadows in the cold, damp dark.

Lumineers in the background,

Singing fairytale dreams of your heart.

Echoing moments that we shared as allies,

Adventures in light, darkness and lies,

Never knowing how you felt.

Until you were there no more.

In a heartbeat I know,

That in another place, another time,

Had our worlds collided,

And lives would have meshed.

But right now,

In this time, 

This place,

You're gone, without another word.

As I look back, crestfallen,

Unexpectedly heartbroken.

The fragility of our glass friendship,

Shattered on the floor.

How could I forsee,

Never knowing how you felt?

Thinking you'd always be close.

Until you were there no more.

Like Ships in the Night

Floating in these silent seas,

We drift so close and yet so far.

Immortal friends,

We guard the shore.

Breathing softly as moments pass,

Our shadows shimmering in the murky deep.

These cool, calm breezes,

Carry secret words across the ripples,

The ebb and flow of words unspoken,

Listing gently as time ticks by.

From the Outside, In

How much these aching eyes,
Lust for sights before them.
Glistening in perfection,
Life's sweet glow captures my gaze.
Distant dreams and sounds,
Full of silent taunts,
As I stand here alone,
A stranger looking out.

The actors play their roles,
Living dreams before me.
Played to perfection,
The ache to join them runs deep.
Flutters of winds drift past,
Bringing with them scents,
Of flowers in bloom,
As I stand here alone,
A stranger looking out.

My invisible cage,
Anchors me to the spot.
Trapped in perfection,
A prisoner in life's idillicy.
Forgotten moments,
Imprint deep inside,
As I stand here alone,
A stranger looking out.

The Shopaholic's Frenzy

It's like they hide all year,

Bating their breath with the excitement to come

Glittering trophies surrounding their fantasies,

Heightened senses guiding their lust

Overwhelming sensibility.

Lost in the crowds

Like prowling tigers,

They circle their prey.

Pushing through masses 

Shoving. 

With their slight of hand

They glean their prizes

Crushing opposition

As they wade through the sea.

If only they saw

The frivolity of it all.

And let me just buy my tea.

Photo sourced at Royalty Free Stock Photos

(Bacon) Love to the Nth Degree

Grumpy on Sundays,

He rises from sleeps.

Wary of movement,

Just stops.

And sneezes.

A good old stretch.

Yawn

Scratch

Snuggle

A night of slumber

Beckoning him back.

But bacon is calling,

Hot and fresh.

Filling his senses

With that sensuous smell.

A primitive yearning,

It overpowers his senses

As morning has broken 

For man this day.

Photo sourced at Royalty Free Stock Photos

All Grown Up

Wistful memories
Flood thoughts of today
Like single driftwood
Braving vicious seas

Overwhelming it fills
This crescendo of grind
Helped only by thoughts
Perfect thoughts
Of times of play

Like flickering dreams
Their spirit of hope
Lost in the game
That we play each day

How impossible the dream
Cautiously it creeps
Encroaching this moment
The paper before me
Sounds in my ears

Lost.
Found.
Hopeful.

Deep breath

Time to go play.

Daybreak calls

The perfect daybreak fills my heart,
Lost in a thousand moons and suns,
This one feels different somehow.
Hopeful,
It reaches out warm fingers,
Caresses my face with the softest touch.
Lifting spirits above the darkness,
To the calm of the day in store.
Linen soft against my skin,
Safely cocooned, myself within,
Dream-drops lost in the morning dew,
As this hopeful light heralds day anew.

Impossible feats

The impossible feats the we overcome,
Beat down the doors with the sound of their drums.
Overwhelmed by life but lost in the stars,
We reach,
We sigh,
And with that they're gone.

Through Your Eyes

How could I ever think
That I could feel the subtle emotions
That flood through your every being,
Unless I see what your bright eyes see?

How could I ever hope
To experience each lingering touch
As it envelops your senses,
Unless I feel as your gentle touch does?

Impossibly beautiful,
The image that you paint of the world.
Perfect hues of red and gold,
Against the skylines of blackened blue.

I will reach for the heavens and back
For just one second of that light
That fills your every moment
To have one chance...

... To share it with you.

What a Difference a Year Makes...

Twisted feelings,
Dark moments,
Tearful eyes...
All filled with the blackness that heartache brings.

Used to dominate,
Fill me with clouds,
Stormy and grey,
Filling the horizon with a hint of rain.

It used to hurt,
But that was then,
And this is now,
The blackness has gone from the bleak skies.

Simply calm,
You radiate,
A shining light,
My best friend in this tough world.

When skies turn black,
Day turns night,
Knowing you,
Means the path ahead is light.



Much loves to my bestest friend in the whole wide world - you're ace!!
Cami xxx

Adrenaline Nights

So tonight I made the mistake of watching a terrifying tv series in bed, in the dark, when no one else is home. My mind afterwards was wired, creating terrible things from noises my house always makes. Afraid of the dark? Never. Afraid of intruders? Maybe...


Lying in the cold light,
The dark curls its fingers around my soul.
Aching.
Impossibly so.
Back. 
Forth.
Back.
Forth.

The gentle caress of the envious moon,
Seeped in blood.
Like a lost sheep,
Unable to call out.

The cracks of night fall far and hard,
Shattered through the shimmering blinds.
Searching.
Through the empty room.
For a sign of life.

Breath slips out.
Breaking the eternal silence.
Alerting to my presence.
My warmth in the cool air,
So obvious now.
Fear, plays at my toes,
Telling me secrets beyond the door.

I freeze.
Not even a blink,
A whisper,
Or a word.
Unthinkingly still.
Heart pounding so loud I stifle a scream,
Creeping it's way from inside my terror.
The menacing dark,
Envelops my eyes.

Wave upon wave.
Flood upon flood.
Crashing through my skull with a force stronger than I.
I close my eyes,
Lashes pressed so tight that the tears creep out.
My ears wish it gone...
The silence.
That deafening silence.

Block it out.

Close them.

Close them.

Wait for the sleep to soothe its sweet caress,
And chase the demons far, far away.

Sweet dreams my love,
And let the sleep,
Take you away,
Far away from here.

The Ballet of Broken-Hearted Dreams

Forlorn figure,

Sat on the cold, bare floor.

Tears choking back,

Fights to stay strong.

Wistfully recounting the glory gone by.

Pain overwhelming,

Raw to the touch.

Dull ache in her limbs,

And black in her heart.

Strength drained from trying so hard.

Such a beautiful dance,

Entrances her soul.

This rhymical pulse,

Of connections now lost.

Where once there was a moment of him.

Deep, Dark Repression

Forgotten door,

Creaking with time's sorrowful burden,

Frozen in silence through years gone by,

A secret passageway to moments passed.

Buried.

Within an aching being.

Suppressed images,

Too dark and too sticky to recall,

Intense happenings from distant lives,

Stronger than the prison within.

Aching.

Inside this tortured soul.

Creeping outwards,

Curling towards the lights of the surface,

The blackness within becomes without,

Losing its grip on the deep, dark hole.

Flowing.

To face the light of truth.

Surfacing terrors,

Cool heart coaxes them forward,

Forcibly trembling with unknown pain,

Yet defiantly braving the onslaught.

Welling.

The pools of disdain.

Frightened shivers,

Ebb away almost as soon as they came,

The realisation that blackness in light,

Is nothing more than a memory.

Relief.

As calm floods back in.

Posted for One Stop Poetry's One Shot Wednesday, week 33.

Windows in Time

This poem was inspired by the One Stop Poetry Sunday Picture Prompt Challenge, shot by photographer Sean McCormick.  Part Two of the Seam McCormick interview is featured today on One Shoot Photography Sunday.

Back and forth, 

Relentless.

Time washes between this moment and the next,

Flooding through our thoughts,

Filling the emptiness of silence,

With the beauty of light.

Overwhelming urge to rush forwards,

Blocked by the stone prison.

Window to the future,

Clean and hopeful,

Stunning colours 

Reflecting off the pure skies,

Contrasting the unknowns of now.

Caressing the cool stone,

Long, lingering echoes fill each touch,

Cold seconds of reality,

Forgotten with a distant gaze.

Priceless minutes,

Ours and ours alone.

In this moment,

This lonely moment,

I ache for the passing of time,

Like it used to flood past,

When your very being,

Filled the skies with colour.

Thought drops while riding the train

Sometimes random words and phases just seem to follow each other naturally, following the gentle flow of the mind at play.


Hearts of...
               ... Quiet contemplation.
   Impossibility of flying.
                      Pain...      ...untold.
Fallen angels...
           ... Look to the sky...
     ... Searching....
                   ... For dreams of you.
         Starlit.
              Like a perfect silence.
  Underwhelmed.
                 By the cold light...
                                ... Of Dawn.

Living on the Edge

Life's steepest surfaces,

Rise from the murky depths,

Build

Slowly

To form impenetrable walls.

Look to me,

As I reach for the blue sky,

And brave these cliffs,

Unfolding before us.

As graceful as a primate,

Fingers nimble,

Over sharp rocks.

I look to you,

While ascending.

Follow me.

Submitted to One Stop Poetry's One Shot Wednesday - week 29 

Snapshots of Home (A Photopoetry Montage)

So I've been taking quite a few photography walks round the countryside near my house recently, having never really explored it since moving here a few years ago.  It inspired this photo-poetry montage below, based on the experiences and emotions it all conjured up!

  Daylight fades over the peaceful countryside

 

Creeping over the horizon's sanctuary

 

 The glow of sunset fades over us,

  

As the light shatters on the glistening fields,

  

Standing side by side,

   

We search forward for an adventure,

  Crossing bridges towards darkness,

  

The scenery starts to turn to grey,

  As the storm clouds roll in,

  Nature's limbs trembling with the growing storm,

  Idyllic green twists to rusted industrial,

 

As the stormy winds build up to darkness,

 

And we run for shelter from the rain.

Standing at the Feet of Giants

Inspired by the picture prompt by Katherine Forbes for One Stop Poetry's One Shoot Sunday.

The world around us,
So strange and fearful.
Swirly green forests,
Filled with fushia blooms.
Wandering aimless,
Through the soil path.
Searching for a way home.

Accidental happening,
Brought us to here.
A mistaken wish,
On a fresh summer's eve.
Wicked old witch,
Flew in from the west.
Suddenly we were gone.

Forest glade clearing now,
Sunset flooding the skies.
A dirty shanty town ahead,
The size being far too big.
Reach for you hand,
And pull you close.
What strange a place is this?

Dusty waves cross the paths,
As we head towards a door.
Deep fear creeping in,
Building inside out hearts.
Rumbling footsteps,
Shatter the silent scene.
Suddenly the giants appear.

Eyeing us with predator's gaze,
Whispering with intent.
I reach for you,
And pull you close.
For a final kiss,
With all my love.
Fearful that this is the end.

The Amusingly Shameful Walk Home

Oh how I wish this wasn't based on experience =)  Although as part of my New Year health kick I've vowed to drink less and exercise more.  Both are doing very well... although I note it's only January 11th!  However nothing really beats being able to walk home with a bit more grace and sophistication than usual so I'm hoping to keep this one going.  Have written the following to remind myself that this is a very good thing.  Anyway, I hope your resolutions are going well too - what did you resolve for 2011, if anything??

CJ x

In the dead of night.

The clacker of the cobbles

Against my stiletto heels,

Shatters the silence,

Filling it with echoes,

Like a ghostly horse's tap dance.

Bubbles tickle my cold nose,

As a tipsy hiccup surfaces,

With the grace of a drunken goat,

I stumble with a scrape,

Catching my tumble,

Before it has the chance to happen.

Creeping smile spreads out,

Across my rosy, amused cheeks,

At the hilarity of it all,

Unthinkable unbalancing,

And a swagger like a thug,

Wearing challenging skyscraper shoes.

Unbearable hunger surfaces,

Like a demon with unstoppable venom,

Fixed focus now on a single goal,

And not one for the diet,

As I change the route,

And head off towards the Saturday sin-cabin...

Fried stuff.

Fail.

Submitted to One Stop Poetry's One Shot Wednesday

A Countryside Stroll

The following poem was inspired by the beautiful picture prompt at One Shoot Sunday by Kevin “KJ” Halliday.  

Dream-like illusions,
Flood my waking thoughts,
As we stroll along the sunset path,
Towards the medieval church,
Watching the light fade to red,
Her hazel eyes so alive.

Dull creep of aching muscles,
Curls from my toes to my thighs,
As my legs recall the country lanes,
But feeling on top of the world.
Endorphins flow between us,
In awe of the luminous world.

Like a time capsule, frozen,
The little sleepy village silently observes,
As we wander along hand in hand.
A smile creeps across my cold face,
As the isolation seems to soothe,
And build intensity in her touch.

Her beautiful blonde hair fluttering,
Like a thousand butterflies around her,
Framing those beautiful, soulful eyes,
A perfect countryside princess.
Playfully, she runs ahead,
Red dress dancing along with her.

Dulcet laughter squeals "catch me"!
Smile creeping further at the childish game,
The silent village watching over like a parent,
With mild amusement as she runs on ahead.
I run forwards like a lumbering fool,
Amused by the challenge.

Intensity builds as she dances around me,
Teasing my inability to capture my prey.
More intently now, I watch cat-like and sharp,
Each footstep she takes like a bird in flight.
Laughter erupts as I rush forward to catch her,
Take her in my arms and steal a kiss.

Perfect, this day in the country has been.

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