Frozen in place
an Idea
a Thought
dragging and pulling hope down
Sparks melt the ice
A Flicker
an Idea
Toying Emotion arround
31/3/2012
Wednesday 30 May 2012
Friday 25 May 2012
Floating Thoughts
Is safety truly of value?
when it holds back freedom
and gives extra worry and care.
How can the happiness
so constantly saught,
only so briefly be there?
Contact and touch
so often portray,
Much less than
their absence provides.
Further we move
and the more we invest
more joy and despair
collide
31/3/2012
when it holds back freedom
and gives extra worry and care.
How can the happiness
so constantly saught,
only so briefly be there?
Contact and touch
so often portray,
Much less than
their absence provides.
Further we move
and the more we invest
more joy and despair
collide
31/3/2012
Monday 21 May 2012
Thursday 17 May 2012
I have been Condemmed
I have been condemned
I may do what I wish
say what I like
make my own mistakes
and learn from them
I have been sentenced to life
to life as I choose
to go where I will
and to regret where I wouldn't
I have been punished
with conscience for my actions
a mind that over thinks
and a heart with the capacity for love
and so I am condemned,
condemned to be Free.
Inspired by a bloggers chosen name "condemed to be free"
Esme 17th may 2012
I may do what I wish
say what I like
make my own mistakes
and learn from them
I have been sentenced to life
to life as I choose
to go where I will
and to regret where I wouldn't
I have been punished
with conscience for my actions
a mind that over thinks
and a heart with the capacity for love
and so I am condemned,
condemned to be Free.
Inspired by a bloggers chosen name "condemed to be free"
Esme 17th may 2012
Wednesday 16 May 2012
In my mind /limitles boundries
In my mind
the scene is set.
in my mind
the detail met.
in my mind
the picture flows.
in my mind
the idea grows.
in my mind
i move and grow.
but through my hand
i fail
to show
16/5/2012
the scene is set.
in my mind
the detail met.
in my mind
the picture flows.
in my mind
the idea grows.
in my mind
i move and grow.
but through my hand
i fail
to show
16/5/2012
I see you
I see you in nature,
in the fluttering of the leaves
I hear you in gales howling,
feel touch in morning breeze.
I smell you in the flower,
in the soft, rich growing earth.
I see your wisdom showing,
with the growth of each new bud
where ever I see beauty,
see my loves or indeed yours
I float though the connection
into memory's open doors.
Esme ~
Written 10/3/2012 In memory of my uncle on the day of his wake, a respected man among many, and greatly missed. RIP march 2012
in the fluttering of the leaves
I hear you in gales howling,
feel touch in morning breeze.
I smell you in the flower,
in the soft, rich growing earth.
I see your wisdom showing,
with the growth of each new bud
where ever I see beauty,
see my loves or indeed yours
I float though the connection
into memory's open doors.
Esme ~
Written 10/3/2012 In memory of my uncle on the day of his wake, a respected man among many, and greatly missed. RIP march 2012
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