Doing better

Hey there all

Hope I didn't scare the kids with my last post. I admit it was pretty depressing. At least now that I'm feeling better I can look back and appreciate the poetic side of myself.

God knows how to lift me up, and so He did. I am ever thankful to Him for the grace He has given to me. He really lights up my life.

I'm still in Switzerland for a week and a bit.  Not sure what the last part of my trip holds due to my being essentially penniless... I had a good time, lived it up and now I'm just going to have to coast. Hope my friends don't mind! Speaking of friends, my friend C is making supper and wants me to join her.

If you're drinking a glass of wine, enjoy one for me, I'm not allowed. Doctor's orders you know.

Cheers or as the Swiss say Proscht!

I said I wouldn't wait, did I? (by Kathryn-Ann Nourse)

You said you loved me but I said I wouldn't wait, and you didn't waste time to forget me. It wasn't love. It wasn't love. I don't cry 'cause your not mine in fact I'm happily forgotten but I just want you to know that I think your life is rotten, though you're happy. You're so happy. Are you? Oh she makes you smile and laugh and giggle, does she? I hope you love her, really love her like you should have loved me. Do you? Love her? Love her.

 

- This one is more of a rap text than a poem.  I had a lot of fun writing it.

There we aren't - by Kathryn-Ann Nourse

You're the evergreen outside my snowy window.
You're the moon that follows me through the night.
You're the sand on the beach.
You're the picture frame on my desk.

You're a post card away but as close as the breeze upon my face.
Ever mine, ever not.

Me, myself and Irene - a poem by Kathryn-Ann Nourse

Unanswered questions

leave unopened doors to

the unawakened part of my psyche, I run

to find a key and run

to find missing pieces of the puzzle to

open this part of my mind. I run

in circles until I find myself

alone

in a room where I hear voices

that aren't mine.

I can't find the door out and

I've lost all hope of ever finding me.

Guess I'll go hang out with Jim Carey and their Irene.

Pride - by Kathryn-Ann Nourse (for a good friend whom I am proud of)

You smile and prosper under the sun.
The rain has beaten you down but you rise each time.
I'm glad for your prosperity but I wonder about your heart and soul.

Does life still pose a challenge or are you stagnating?
Will you grow or gather moss?
Am I foolish to believe in you,
that you are destined for more,
for greater things than this?

The world at large needs you, your heart, your mind.
Spread your wings friend and fly free, fly high and shine!

Daylight mourning (by Kathryn-Ann Nourse)

Dark night, too little light this child can't see or feel a thing.
Pools of black in shades of grey, nothing keeps her fears at bay.
Away, away she cries and wishes herself to flee, to move her feet. No crimson morn or azure day to reassure a life in mourning of the day she was born. For darkness pools about her feet, and in her eyes no rest, no energy.

Hard stone and a breaking fall into depth she's never been before.
Oozing black upon shades of grey, down down to the ground.
Darkness outside and now it surrounds and swallows her in.

With the weather comes rain (by Kathryn-Ann Nourse)

I pushed you away when all I wanted to do is hold your hand.
I picked you as beautiful flowers in the garden only to crush you instead.
I drew you in like a lover to my bosom but left you for dead.

In slow burning anger I pushed and I said
the most dreadful things that would come to my head
and with well meaning heart I covered the blade
that now beside our bloodless deathbed lays.

Nameless (by Kathryn-Ann Nourse)

I hate that I loved you,
that I wasted time caring about you,
that my eyes are open and I see your faults and flaws.
I can't remember one good thing about you,
which maybe is better, since I'm nothing to you at all.

The crying child when you're watching a show,
the passionate young drummer in the middle of the night,
the sound of lawnmowers during your afternoon nap,
the person noisily speeding down the road.
I'm nothing to you and soon you will be a very long distance memory.

Burn (by Kathryn-Ann Nourse)

Heat sears the flesh and it bursts in red
Cold icy sleet is sloshing under my barefoot feet
My eyes water from the shock
and my heart stops

Small blockage in the creativity department

In the future I hope to write some poetry, and post general stuff that I find touching, funny or interesting. I will also be adding pictures that catch my fancy... Right now there just is a wee bit of blockage in the creativity department. Stay posted though, I'm sure there will be something soon.