My thoughts are locked
Completely blocked
Don’t seem to know
My words anymore
I’m stuck in limbo
Ideas revolving
Dissolving in
A murky, thick fog
I can’t make out
Nor shape or form
The flow has gone
I know not where
I’m going to drink
My favourite tipple
Would it work magic?
I doubt it
But at least
I will feel sleepy
I see these deserted shadows
which touched my life
chimeras of a time once lived
without care nor worry
no pain or sorrow
I see these shadows
which touch my life
reflections of the light
projected from behind me
‘cause now I care and worry
For I have felt pain, grief
Loss, sorrow
These shadows follow me
they are part of who I am
despite the worrying and grieving
I am smiling, dreaming, hoping
dancing, loving, living
Storming her world
With sorrow’s wind and rain
She found herself enveloped
By a love so visceral
So vain
The kind that lashes
At the window pane
Incessantly, pulsing through
Her veins
Uncontrollably forcing
Its way in
Her heart, her mind
Her body
No longer belonging
To herself
You capture the light
contained in my eyes
reflecting it on paper
You read my soul
with words so bright
and set it alight
like fire on wood
my heart you ignite
and I burn, slowly to embers
Insidious
fastidious
and sometimes fictitious
Fractious
the patchwork
of feelings, emotions
thoughts and devotion
Vicious
vivacious
unrelenting madness
images, words
speeding in raucous
sadness
Trapped in a life
you thought fulfilling
you opened your eyes
found the thruth
blood curdling
bone chilling
Home is the pillows you miss
Where tea is brewed just like this
Home is where
A smiling face
Awaits
A train journey, jelly legs
A pounding heart resonates
Home is where you long to be
Where nowhere else will do
Home is where your heart,
your mind, your soul
Rest at peace
Home is where you sleep deeply
Safely knowing you are loved
Accepted, respected, completely
Home is where coffee
Tastes much better
What is the secret?
These hands have thrown a ball
Swam in the sea
learnt to grip
Firmly
whilst climbing trees
These hands have known
The softness of silk
They have crawled
Played with dolls
Made friendships
These hands have held
Their own babes
Softly, caring
Comforting
Wiping tears, mucky faces
Doing up
Those shoe laces
These hands have toiled
Made beds
Grafted, cooked, plastered
Painted
These hands have touched
The smiling, wrinkled faces
Of loved ones
In far away places
These hands have learnt
The art of caressing
Discovering
Undressing
These hands held the promise
Of having, holding
Loving, caring
Forsaking all others
Till death did its bidding
These hands will hold
Your heart
Carefully
Nurture it
Without oppressing
Trust these hands,
their love is unending
¿Y dime por qué
te extraño tanto?
en la llovizna
cuando está nevando
Sin razón, sin rima
¿Por qué te extraño tanto?
¿Por qué te extraño tanto?
en el café, chismeando
Sin razón, sin rima
Dime, dime, dime
¿Por qué?
Extraño tanto
Tu manera gentil,
Tus ojos, tus labios
Aquí estoy, preguntando
¿Por qué?
Amore mio
Sin razón, sin rima
Te extraño tanto
So tell me why do I miss you?
When it’s cold
When it’s raining
There’s no rhyme
There’s no reason
Why do I miss you?
Over coffee
When I gossip
There’s no rhyme
There’s no reason
Tell me why
Tell me why
I do miss you
Your soft, gentle
Manner
Your eyes, your lips
So delicious
Here I sit
Thinking
Why do I miss you?
Amore mio
There’s no rhyme
There’s no reason
Living with cancer; because I refuse to get mad at it! 