Always Maybe

Theres always so much promise before he says maybe .....

maybe he'll visit me
maybe he won't

Maybe he loves me
maybe he don't

probably maybe don't won't

Can we really build a future together on that

Maybe - but then,  i know what maybe means . . . . . . 

maybe is not a promise - its a nothing

Midmar

Listen to the wind - it will take you home ......

Dancing with the Autumn

I sat quietly at the window and watched her dancing with the autumn

with light hearted abandon, she skipped and swirled with the bright orange leaves

as though they were her friends.

Soft drifts of snow started to fall, landing on her hair.  She wore them on her head like a shining white crown.  Autumns Faerie Princess welcoming the new season.

WAITING

I came here in the summer

hot sun curling the leaves

my bags packed and ready

in the waiting room of love

.

The wind gets colder

and the leaves start to fall

my suitcases getting dusty

as they wait in the hall.

The snow is falling gently

the trees are silvery white

my belongings frosted over

waiting this long night.

Spring and sweet smelling blossoms

line the pathway to my heart,

where my bags lie in the doorway

still waiting to depart.

Manth - Gypsy Rose

Care

My Town

Port Edward

No progress inspite of hard work!

With each passing year and dwindling finances, my space becomes smaller and more confined.

Where have you been

@tangledwinter: Her feet ached From the memories She carried on her back; A burlap sap filled with Years of everything That shaped her, now.

Progress in work

Work in progress

Autumn

NO WALLS COULD DIVIDE

I built a wall towering up to the sky,

I stuck you inside, never heard your cry.

I’d like to go back to when you were small

Please take my hand, I won’t let you fall.

There’s a place in the wall where there is no gate

So don’t you worry, it’s never too late.

I’ll show you the tree that you used to climb

And we can roll in the grass, like we did in old time.

It’s not always greener, on the other side

But there’s sea shells and starfish on the low morning tide.

Bring your suitcase to stay, or bring the children to play

Home is where the heart is, and that’s where you are,

Always at home in my heart, and never afar.

8/3/2012

Manth

The Maiden

VIRUS

Give myself protection
from that which
i fear most.

Deep
aching
longing
to be loved.

Held and healed
hold and feel
steal it

while i am
dreaming
again.

Always a gain
for lovers.

Pain
for others.

Love given
and surrendered
Taken
Cleaned
and remembered
Because it is me
"clean me"
cream me
scream free
quietly......

...........................................................

THE VIRUS

Given protection
from that which I fear
deep aching longing to be

held and healed
from love's pain
given
surrendered
in imagination's name
remembered in mine.

ONCE

Once a dream tangled my sleep

Pushing my angels aside.

My bed grew cold with an icy wind

That had silently crept inside.

I dreamed of a sea that had turned to ice

And captured everything inside.

The fish were suspended in seaweed so still

The waves that were cresting,

Now simply resting,

While waiting to reach the shore.

From inside my dream, I heard a scream

Perhaps a mermaid was trapped inside

And there I saw with frozen stare

A maiden beneath the waves

She cried out to me with lips of blue

Her tear drops were glassy pearls

The men brought their picks

And rocks and sticks

And hammered and chiselled away

At the glacial grave

that had her enslaved

With its frigid icy grip.

I gaze on her face,

So fair, such grace

And she softly whispers my name

Please release me, dear child

From this hostile tomb

Lest I should freeze away

Rather bury me where the warm sun shines

On a green hill far away

Where the daisies sway

And the dragonflies play

And the trees reach up to the sky

Where my children can run

Sing dance and have fun

And make sweet garlands each day.

With us to watch over and pray.

Of course mother dear, of course.