Fatal Recognition

Images bombard me,

plumes of butterflies

whenever I see

your beautiful face

All day long

The fear evaporated,

obstacles pushed away

knowing the inevitable truth

Drinking in every encounter,

awash with certainty

Breathless with anticipation

I yield.

© mypastmademe.com 2015

Embryonic Recognition

"Romantic book" image by dan courtesy of FreeDigitalPhotos.net

“Romantic book” image by dan courtesy of FreeDigitalPhotos.net

I have tried to keep the door shut

but your eyes have wedged it open

Pools of beauty,

drawing me in

I see right through you

My transparency probably equal

My will to run,

to resist,

much greater

Angst about disruption



Fear of hurt,

everything that could go wrong

a barricade to all that might be perfect

Yet there is a song in my heart

placed there by you

So whilst the ending is unknown

and the beginning is in question

I cannot deny

that with you

there is a story waiting to be told.

© mypastmademe.com 2014

One Fine Day.

Reed by Vlado courtesy of www.freedigitalphotos.net

Reed by Vlado courtesy of http://www.freedigitalphotos.net

As I sit here now

do the stars glint for me?

Shimmer their beauty

The dead night lit by diamonds

Blackness that once matched my heart

My beat, my soul

glows with love

Time shifts, a chasm before me

To step back to yesterday

A world whiled away in an instant

Or to bend … a reed folding into tomorrow

‘Tis hardest staying still

Fixed in my disillusions

Battling the desire

to have someone by my side

A protector, lover of life

of me

Arms will wrap around me

reassurance will envelop again

This purgatory will dissolve

and stoke the fires of passion

nurture that which was once broken

One fine day.


(Written in 2012)
© mypastmademe.com 2014

Not today …

A Study In Pink by Maggie Smith/FreeDigitalPhotos.net

 I want to write something beautiful …

A sonnet to make your heart sing,

a verse to fill your head with dreams

Cherry blossom falling,

  raining like confetti

A dewdrop on an open rose,

glistening as a new day dawns

Rose From The Garden by Bill Perry/FreeDigitalPhotos.net

An iris swaying in the summer breeze,

  as blue as an azure sky

A fairytale ending,

  soulmates bonded for eternity

But my eyes are stinging,

  swollen from tears

I wish you love and hope,

  but I cannot write something beautiful today

© www.mypastmademe.com 2011


My entry for Luna’s Poetry Month Clambake (Week 3)

Age beautifies …

I found solace in the old gardens today.  Walking round, the cold air wrapping me in calmness, I started to feel like me again.  The stress washed away as my gaze fell upon bunched daffodils and scattered snowdrops, the budding plants, with the earth soft beneath my feet.

I was drawn to a spray of trees right in the middle of the garden, lining a path like guards.  They must have been trained once upon a time, each bearing a horizontal branch to the left and another to the right with smaller branches springing upwards from them.

The trees looked tired and worn, as though they had spent years stretching their arms skyward, pleading for some sunshine, yearning for their lost youth.  Yet it was the magnificence of their age – their gnarled beauty and non conformed shape – that held my interest.

The saplings nearby, as beautiful and hopeful as they were, paled in comparison.  They had no history, no wisdom … but I know that those old trees, if they could speak, would tell me countless stories.  They encapsulate beauty of a different kind …