Friday 25 September 2015

Interwoven



NOTE: Your words haunted me. So here you go.

DISCLAIMER: The poem is not mine, but was written for me.


The rain strikes the ground and with it strikes raw emotion. 
The smile on the farmer's face... 
The drumming hearts of two lovers... 
The force of life, all set into motion. 
The rain cares, the rain consumes.

The light strikes the ground and with it strikes raw energy.
The sweat of a worker's brow... 
The colour of the world...
The dance of nature, all light up in glory. 
The light illuminates, the light rejuvenates.


Sunday 21 June 2015

Nostalgia

She sat on her bed, snuggled within her blanket. Albums from the days past lay beside her, stacked one on top of another.
She leafed through each one in turn, running her hands along the old and crinkled paper. She knew that there were those regulars - a picture in the park, snapped with the wind blowing in her face and a glowing smile. Another of her with her first ever trophy, holding it up in the air where the sunlight glinted off it. One of her with her best buddies, drinking orange juice at the corner store.
Then there were other pictures, ones she had taken herself. In those days, she would carry her camera around the town, snapping pictures of everything that caught her attention. There was the picture of that knotted tree in her school grounds. The treasured picture of sunrise in her town - she had stolen away to the creek in the wee hours of the day to get that one. The beautiful constellations of the sky, reflected by the still water of the lake.
Those were the days of light and happiness and zeal and zest. The days of playful mischief and carefree wandering.
Her eyes would light up at little things, she could find beauty within everything and everyone.
But those days were no more. Now, all her world was black. Darkness surrounded her, like a chasm impossible to cross. Every so often, an extremely bright spark of energy would span the chasm and reach through it to her. But it would be lost too soon and she would resign herself to her solitary existence.
She had lost her sight in an accident, and now she lived in a world of herself and her thoughts. Nostalgia crept up silently into her thoughts and once more, bitterness flowed through her veins until she was a chaotic mess of longing and despair.