Inside, Will the Sun Shine?

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I wish it was possible to live
without a heart,
and walk inside a head
without thoughts
and dread.
And as I was walking in my head,
the lighting wasn’t set –
good moods left me at the lamppost –

its metallic flavour permeated my tongue
as I wrapped my cold arms around it,
while your taste
and the taste of blood
brought me darkness and tears.
I had hoped reinventing
the sunshine would bring me
memories like ham rolls,
and hot mustard
spilled onto a tablecloth of time
where I’d lay out my choices;
of meetings in the square,
casual and attentive,
awash with shadows
when they came to serve the daylight,
and with more than enough warmth
to dry these morbid tears.

I still walk for hours and hours,
but never venture out.

Bring me sunshine,
bring me laughter,
bring me love.

Amrita

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As dark nights prevail and stars
make you ordinary, you will yearn
whilst you struggle outside of me,

caught up in heaving times
pressed close to chest.

I am made up of hundreds
and you knew who I was –
till I married him –

worship me still
amid cold comforts lost –

pray, come back inside,
leave naivety at the door
lest you succumb, but beckon it not.

 

Table for Two

A varied year so far, I am looking forward to getting back into my garden, new plants, growth and sun trying its best. Think happy thoughts and dirty nails, love it! Though this poems does lend itself to sadder times, fictitious but long.lol. Too busy to write and so….hope you like it.

As it Comes

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Within the garden – satisfyingly
green and monumentally trim –
there are those places; nooks
and crannies, rough creased hideaway
crevasses for creatures – a sanctuary
for bugs and the windswept soil
now stowed and packed tightly away,

right above the empty trails left
by birds, save for the heavier crumbs
scattered at lunch time and as if to say –
we know where you live.

The crumbs left at elevenses lie beside
a time before creaking bone reminders
that Rome wasn’t built in a day, and when
an internal lunchtime clock alarm signals
a mid way point of no return.
The hot sun causes a symbiotic relationship
with the beaded pad teetering on the brink,
and inharmoniously ill at ease on aching
shoulders – aching, but freestyle dancing
to the inevitable tune and building
crescendo of pain.

Chimes from my stomach sound
before the sun’s beams would definitely scour

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Celebrate Good Hearts

 

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My small tribute to Dame Daphne Marjorie Sheldrick, DBE a Kenyan- British author, conservationist and expert in animal husbandry. She saved and nurtured many fragile species. She was a recognised authority on the rearing and reintegrating of wild creatures and was the first person to perfect the milk formula and necessary husbandry for both infant milk-dependent elephants and rhinos and a host of other species for over 30 years, finally losing her battle with Breast cancer.  Both battles are close to my heart.

Flames die in the cold
For warm hearts to light the way
We are all orphans

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Breakers

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This mortal coil
is all aches and follies; in its foil

I did all
with my bestest smiles,

until your singing guile saw me
and lingered,

and drew me up into your eyes –
and you snagged me,

sang to me,
said to me
all your dreams.

So,
here I am,
here I am, I linger –

in all your tomorrows as they wait
to hold you dear
in my bestest waters.

In usual waters
did you dream about me?

Were you hearing
when I was here?

E’en though you were sinking near,

Here I am, here I am,
save me
for your tomorrow.

In these breakers
be forgiven,

take me all you need,
needlessly.

Save me now,
save me forever;

sleep with me on infinity’s
sleeve.

Imprinted always in our minds,
but left abandoned in eternity.

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