Poems 3

Poetry Distress Disorder

Where is this from?
This pain that is not touchable?
Thought a "flash to bang" of nil was virtually impossible.
Sweating, anxious, no hope, no will
To live feels selfish, but to die worse still.

Will it be CBT or one way in a hearse?
Peace is found like nectar in the bottom of a pint glass,
But it is then that emotions grow and the trouble starts,
Understanding is needed, therapy and more.
A society where being 'mental' has a cure.

So when you see a beggar, alone and lonely on your street,
Think it may have been war that brought about his defeat.


Lynne 2013

Poems 2

Jan 31st

Cards of condolence mixed with bills,
Combined with calls,
Combined with certificates.

'I'm so sorry's' wrapped around deepest sympathy's,
Linked with 'He was so young's' and whispered
'You know it was suicide?'

Choose a day,
Choose a time,
Choose a suit,
Choose some music,
Choose a charity.

Make some sounds,
Wipe some tears,
Drink the wine,
Work the room,
Say thank-you for coming

All I want is him still here.....

Lynne 2013

Poems

Winter

Slicing winds cut the air,
 making incisions in my breath.
Splinters of ice crack beneath diamond snow,
 spiteful slippery underfoot.
Naked trees stand stalwart on guard,
 their roots clenched deep in the cold, cold Earth.
Mammals scratch to find meagre food,
 to sustain them through another encroaching night.

This is Winter in her bitter glory.
This is the time of cleansing, clearing, death and rebirth,
 out with the weak and the sick, in sacrifice to the strong and the new.
For underneath that freezing cloak, the Earth beneath is waiting.....
......waiting to show her shoots of green, to bloom and flower and sing.
To shake of her mantle of chilling white,
 to reveal the promise of Spring.

Lynne Williams 2013