Showing posts with label Introspection. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Introspection. Show all posts

Saturday, 16 March 2019

It was raining


Like a three act play
Writing the words that I speak
Changing my garments

Though it was raining
Thought I'd walk along the beach
To wave to the sea

I love the silence
Just the patter of raindrops
And swish of the tide

Small patch of blue sky
Gave sun a chance to beam goodbye
Bowing out sadly

How I love this Earth
At any time of the year
It fires up my soul

Walking the forest
Or climbing hills and mountains
Thus finding myself

Image found at https://unsplash.com/search/photos/wind-tree

Wednesday, 13 January 2016

The male's dilemma


I am imperfect
That's because I am a man
Thus doomed from the start

We're from Mars of course
So we use lame excuses
That show on our face

Those girls from Venus
Will use their womanly wiles
We're gullible fools

Always so wary
Of that harrowing look
Spelling out our doom

We know not the rules
Whether springtime or in fall
The male's dilemma



Image 1 found at www.commons.wikimedia.com
Image 2 found at www.sarracenia.com

Wednesday, 16 September 2015

Let your song be delicate



I wooed a singer                                          
Just what did she see in me?                   
This tone deaf artist                                    

But she drew me in                                    
She tripped hither and thither             
For me it was love                                      

As she sweetly sang                                  
Her green eyes did search me out           
Such was her deep love

Our romance blossomed
Delicate flower of mine
And so we were wed

What more can I tell
Is that her voice singing now
From heaven’s abode?

Though she has gone far
She comforts this sad old man 
In his long black night

Sing, sing on my love
Let your song be delicate
I dream of you still

Image of chorus of peris (fairies) in 'Iolanthe' found at www.musicals101.com
Yes, my late wife was a chorus girl in Iolanthe many years ago.

Sunday, 10 April 2011

Introspection


Have you noticed that even on the darkest night you can still see something in all the blackness? You know, vague shadows, deeper tones of grey contrasting with the black, or is it just my mind?
I was dead tired. What an appropriate phrase to use. However despite my need to have my eyes closed there was also that need to have them open too. I like to know what’s going on. I am always aware, on the look out in the darkness. I am not your usual old fogey, all befuddled with age. Why can’t I give in, let go, throw in the towel?
No, I am always alert; waiting. In all those unfathomable shadows near to pitch black as one could imagine, I feel as if I am being watched. Now I am an old man, I have seen everything, certainly everything I need to see. Well almost everything and what I haven’t seen I can imagine. As I did just then.
“I know you are there. You don’t frighten me.” Was that really me saying that or was that bravado on my part in the likely face of an intruder, after God knows what. What have I got to steal, except my memories perhaps? And what of those, who would want them? I haven’t made up my mind whether they are valuable or not. Can you sell a heap of rubbish?
There was a slight chuckle in the darkest corner of the room, or where I thought the corner was. “I was told you would be difficult”. A voice whispered. “Don’t worry I haven’t come for you, I am just sizing you up”.
“I thought that is what undertakers do.” I replied. “So you are the advance party are you?” I tried to discern a shape, a movement in the Stygian gloom.
This time he laughed outright.
“Have you thought that your life was better than you thought it was?" Did he say that or did I? If he said it I would have to agree with him. But if I said it I would argue with myself and say I hated every time that I made a mistake; every opportunity I missed; every time I never said I love you to whoever I loved at that time and was too vain to bare my soul, to show my true self.
“No, you can stay a little while longer” he said, "You still have a lot of work to do."
And so I had.
Yes, the room was certainly empty now, except for me that is. I didn’t need eyes to know that.