Regret

My betrayal of you comes as a silent voice lost as the many years gone by No sound breaks it’s bitter spell that lingers haunting on. Your betrayal of me I’m drowning in it’s dream of harsh cold mocking eyes that blink to turn mellow and warm Yearning yet for what could have been. Advertisements

Knocking

If you close your door to sit awhile and plant ideas then that’s okay by me. If you close your door to harvest thoughts, discarding the weeds of discontent then that’s fine. If you lock your door As an interlude to rest from the business  of the world or even just to shut out the […]

One Cancer render; One Cancer prise

On that Saturday she had a surge like sense of foreboding fear that she had neither before or since experienced. The following  Tuesday the diagnosis came dropping into her life; a thud of her guts hitting the floor….it had been what they thought was just a routine appointment to follow up after surgery to remove […]

Mind your Busy-ness

My precious Aunty Liz died today.I guess I am feeling a bit strange.  I have known for the past three weeks she was slipping away. I was preparing to travel down for the funeral.  Now today being told the decision is: there will be no funeral. No Funeral. When I pressed I got a vague […]

Shaping My Stone

“Shaping your stone means quietly doing your job as well as you can. Your identity may soon be lost, soon be lost to history, but your stone, if well shaped and polished, will fit into the structure we call civilisation and hold it’s weight as time sweeps past us and others build upon us. History […]