Tag Archive | life

88. Mountain – a poem for my soul

Are you still thinking 
Of this story about you and me?
Do you still care
About the sky and sea?

Are you trying to find your way back 
On this cold dark night? 
Then look upon the mountain
Standing tall in all its might.

We may never find the way back home,
That passage is closed,
And yet we try, 
For it’s this path we chose. 

Fear not the sorrow, 
The anger, or the fright, 
Just look upon the mountain
Standing tall in all its might.

©Brindology 2014

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86. Of so long ago 

She was beautiful, long ago. 
She had a carefree smile and she swung her hips seductively as she walked.
He couldn’t ever take his eyes off her. 

That was a long time ago. 

Now, they sit beside each other like strangers, unable to bear the sharing of their common breath.
No words fill the space between them. 

She had grown inwards, unable to comprehend the loss he was experiencing.
She was still beautiful; but he couldn’t see her face anymore. 

©Brindology 2015 

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Daily prompt: Exquisite

85. And Death did come

And Death did come today. 

And Death may not bring with him the absence of pain.

And Death may not heed our cries, 
Nor look us in the eye,
But with a scythe so sharpened on the necks of the ones gone before
Remove us from the misery of life. 

And Death may come tomorrow,
No, he most certainly will. 

(In memory of Alan Rickman.)

©Brindology 2016

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Daily prompt: Someday

84. Holding on

I stand here holding this rope
tightly,
right here,
alone.
Nobody stands beside me.

I look into the distance and see nothing.
I turn around,
but there is only darkness.

I know Birth holds one end
and Death, the other.
Which way do I go?

I’m too afraid to let go and I’m not sure if I’m going in the right direction.
I’m afraid to let go,
I don’t want to lose my footing and fall.

This rope is all I have.

©Brindology 2017

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Daily prompt: Cling

83. Dance into the dream

The end stands here
Where the beginning was once,
Our paths might never meet again,
So let us just dance.

Our past doesn’t always stay the same,
Every moment changes it at once,
Tomorrow might never really get to breathe,
So this might be our only chance.

The end is here
Where the melody has played more than once,
Come, let us drift into yesterday
Even though we never began our dance.

©Brindology 2015

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Daily prompt: Uneven

82. Captain of my own ship

I see the blue waves
Coming at me

I know there’s misery
Waiting for me

I wait for minutes
To pass me by

I know this moment
Will have to die

I don’t need answers
Don’t need a how or why

I see the horizon
And the sun is high

I keep my head up
Can’t you see

I know the blue waves
Are coming at me

Listen
Listen
Listen
There’s a sound of hope
A song that’s meant for you and me

Listen
Listen
Listen
There’s tomorrow coming
A better day for you and me

I see blue waves
Will they keep me afloat
Can I trust them to cradle me
Like a mother only can

I see blue waves
Will they keep me afloat

©Brindology 2017

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Daily prompt: Float

77. A love to hope for

I never said it would be easy to love me,
I did say it you’d find it easy to lose me.

This isn’t my apology,
This isn’t me saying I love you,
This isn’t me laying my heart open for you.

Whether you’re coming or going,
Don’t say a word.
It doesn’t matter anymore,
I’m not looking back.
Save your words;
Keep them for another day
For somebody else to hear.

©Brindology 2016

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Daily prompt: Hopeful

76. Empty chair

Am I the healer of your heart,
The one who sits across from you
And peeps into your soul?

Am I invisible to you,
As you talk?

I listen to your songs of pain,
Your lies,
Your tears,
Your silence,
Your fears.
I try not to judge,
I truly try my best,
But I’m only human.

Forgive me,
This one last time,
As I listen.

©Brindology 2016

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75. Sidewalk

I’ve walked on it,
I’ve stepped off it,
I’ve fallen flat on my face;
I’ve picked myself
Right off the ground
And kept walking on with grace.

©Brindology 2013

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Daily prompt: Ovation

71. My father and I 


Noisy raindrops splash down on the heavy green waxed umbrella.

My father carries me in his arms,
High above the drenched path.
He holds me tight,
He keeps me safe.

From my vantage point I see a colourful world:
Umbrellas in a multitude of rainbows hurry past me,
My head turning eagerly towards the nearest one.

Amidst this adventure, my father calls out to me,
He’s waiting to pop a few more Smarties into my mouth.

His eyes smile back at my grin.

How I wish I could travel back in time to that afternoon.
So much has changed between then and now.
He can no longer carry me;
But I mustn’t forget,
He still holds me tight,
And he still keeps me safe.

©Brindology 2016
Original image by Brinda Naidu 

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Daily prompt: Enthusiasm