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poem: a sunrise of theories – 15/05/22

a sunrise of theories
I walk a path surrounded by foliage
shrubbery lines the endless mileage
and encounter do I some things grand and fantastic
many questions now come from this querent
bold and bombastic

flowers filled with fragrance
bow their heads to my queries
I suddenly have, about life
all these convoluted theories
about what causes this
or leads on from such and that
these riddles take myself
away from fiction versus facts

my eyes search the skies
scintillating and scarlet
this sunrise or sunset
whatever, whichever, which,
I will choose to have it
for before the beauty of the sun
once dormant now exhilarating
and so young
I can settle my thoughts
quietly, meditatively
little need for thoughts to hesitate or run.
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May 15, 2022

Prose: A Trail of Winding Thoughts – 12/05/21

On the proviso of keen awareness, some can promise the world. Vivid, glorious, blossoming flowers, and pretty passions laid in a row. Everything given has a reason, or so it seems, amazing these moments are, they’re encouraging, they certainly please. And here presents confusion of the times, wait, the headiness of scented fruits scattered all around takes a free-for-all, but they are sublime. This situation seems profoundly positive, satisfying and amazing, soar with the scents, ride upon spread white dove’s wings, heaven sent. And by the sea we will then find ourselves, the salt air tingling as I dart out my tongue from my mouth. Run to the water, rush to the foam, mermaids are beckoning, mermen are calling you home…

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May 12, 2021

Poem: Hush – 15/04/21

Sometimes I want to be quiet,
far from conceited, too loud and proud,
humble is what I will be,
I’ll smile before I speak,
think before I utter, aloud.

Quiet contemplation
is what is needed in this case,
I won’t allow my heart to fail me,
should these words, lest they go to waste.

I know it is important
to take time to speak with ease,
I know it is wise, once more,
to not permit the certain need

to be heard all the time,
to be boisterous and child-like,
but how can I alter
when I feel so under attack
with these utterances of mine?

So, hushed is what I’ll be,
if I don’t speak,
there will be no analysis of me,
no written conjectures,
no debates of sorts,
I will be hush, hush, hushed,
and that’s the style I choose,
no need to consort.

But will silence really save me?
I’ll learn to care not for judgements,
I’ll dust them away with pleasure and ease,
an ultimate form of deliverance,
can’t you see, won’t you see?

And in the end they’ll all be appeased,
no need to hear from,
let’s have a break from prattling about me,
is that what they want,
is that what they need?
Or only momentarily will the silence be required
to be?

I must remember this is for me,
my mental health is most important, too,
let me chase the feeling of being free,
my time here will be in lieu,
silence can speak of many golden truths.

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April 15, 2021

Some Candid Thoughts – 14/07/20

I was told: no one wants to hear about your problems. No one is interested in them. They’re not problems, I wanted to explain, they’re reflections, ruminations, story-telling. Is anyone bothered by the tales I share? I’m sharing hoping for relatablity. For the ability to connect, to cause a feeling, or emotion, within the person who’s reading.
 
I don’t mean to perturb, though sometimes my shares will shock. That’s not my main intent. I am concerned by their statements. Because, if it is true that people don’t want to read, why do I have readers return to read my words, the numbers may have fallen but of my release, I am still hanging on.
 
I am grateful for each single word you read, which you digest. If you can’t make it all the way through, I understand, some topics may not be for you. But I appreciate that you are here as part of a type of therapy, the sharing allows an offloading feeling, the heaviness of a topic shared between others lightens the load.
 
I’m not a woman constantly filled with turmoil, a walking accident, a travelling mistake. I suffer and thrive from many things that you do, too. We could be one and the same, for all I know.
 
We may not be so different after all. Thank you for your comments and encouragement on my posts, also. They really do mean a lot, and make me feel as though I’m on the right path with my writing.

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