Becalmed

So why do I bother to write a blog?
Does it reward me? Do I profit?
Why do I struggle with an inadequate body typing letter by letter?
It's a waste of time. It takes the life out of me, it drains me.
So why bother?

I returned home yesterday. After a month of being in hospital;
every day rushing between therapy sessions and test appointments.
A day without appointments, just silence.
In the quiet thoughts drift aimlessly, becalmed on a deep ocean of feeling.
So I write to stop the mutiny arising from the idle activity of meandering aimlessly.

Speaking to myself makes poor company.
Looking at a screen "flipping" virtual cards...
Kings, Queens, Jacks and impatience.
I have checked my email an facebook, but with mixed emotions, nothing new.
I am not lonely, just alone in my sea of feeling.

I write because for a moment in time; the aching, the aimless drifting, stops.
Just for a moment I feel substantial.
The hollow echoes become distinct.
My soul surfs on the breath of purpose.
Spent, the gust ends....

This Place

This Place

Like an outstretched hand, beckoning with promises of the past

The memories call to me, fleeting glimpses of faded times.
I long to be there. When I walked, ran, sang for joy

I see the curly blonde hair on my daughters round face as she bounces and hops

The grass tickling my ear while we play on the long grass

Yes yesterday you seducer. You cannot be what you promise

Your promises are spent currency

Memories are not places, memories are not promises

I will stay in my sadness. My reality is a place

This place is where I am

Death

I saw death.

In nights still

It came to me and

So I saw

A dullness.

Without courage for

black or white.

Pigment poor

Devoid of shape

And touch

Crumbling cowardly into dust.

Nothing left.

Like a mermaid

To ancient mariners

Death calls us

Resist its’ rest

Tho’ it sweetly calls

And beguiles

It mentions not

That to a word

Is a lie

An empty promise

The sense

only absurd.

Pictures and Words: a Father ‘s Lament

In the dark of early morning I lie awake

My mind is restless

My body twisted and uncomfortable

I try to sleep

Images of memories my pictorial past

My children

Faces and postures, incidents and occasions

Flip like a slideshow

The memories begin to fade, followed by words

Desperate words

Reaching out into my mind and beyond

The words long to be spoken

Oh my children my words are for you!

Waning for you is my role

The words carry the thoughts and experiences

Capsules of living

I will write the words and hope they are spoken

Even if whispered

I will hope that they are spoken

To you

Dark heart

I have a darkness in my heart.
In my quiet moments, a shadow.
Where am I ?
I am fading, my strength, like ice cream in summer leaks away.
Comfort and hope are repelled from me.
I procrastinate, I shrink from duty, failure follows me.
Gloom in my heart and despair in my mind.
Oh God please help me.

How I feel

Oh Lord why do I feel so worthless
I have emotions
I feel impotent
Life is  going  on and I am stuck

Time is moving and I am left
I am useless
My thoughts are like twisted weeds
Choking life giving thoughts, die

Hope is a memory
a fading dream
When will it end?
Oh please don't end

So much life to live.

The dark

The dark waits
lurking just out of sight
beckoning
Silent promises of rest

How tempting to give in
To stop fighting
Let go of the baton
forever to sleep

Like Lilliputian threads
Each precious person holds me
Each thread a lifeline against the dark
Each thread a blessed hope