Tag Archive | relationships

111. Across the waters 

I looked across the waters today,
Hoping to see your face again.
I heard only the wind blow
And the falling of the cold rain.

When did you leave me,
Why did you go away?
Why did you stay silent 
When we had so much to say?

I wait every day of my life 
To taste your lips, my love,
To see the sunrise in your deep eyes,
And to thank the stars above.

©Brindology & Cassandra Luey 2017
Original image by Cassandra Luey

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106. The future is here

When does the future occur, 
Tell me when?

When does this present moment
Come to its end? 

When does time
Stop and stand? 

When will we walk
Hand in hand?

©Brindology 2014

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103. Broken promises

Your voice filled my mind today. 
Your voice from so very long ago. 
Your voice that once spoke to my heart. 
Your voice that used to say how much you loved me. 

If we met now, would we recognise each other? 
Or would we keep walking past and away without a sorry glimpse into our history? 

Your hair must be grey now. 
There must be wrinkles running deep into your handsome face. 
There must be remnants of that love you once had for me buried somewhere in your heart. 
That love, before it turned into hate. 
That love, before it became someone else’s. 

I can’t say I still love you.
I know, I promised. 
But you broke your promise, too. 

I want to put out the light. 
I want to close my eyes and forget you. 
I want to be sure my heart doesn’t love you anymore. 

©Brindology 2016

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102. The child sees it all

the husband, the wife
the father, the mother 
once there was love
now they’re just strangers

the child watches them
with anger and disgust,
for they’ve broken her trust
and turned love to dust

they were having a fight –
her first memory,
when they’re finally gone 
is that all that she’ll see?

consumed by such hate
bitterness is their fate,
they say that they care
but they curse and they swear

there is no end in sight
no end to this strife 
the father, the mother
the husband, the wife 

©Brindology 2017

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98. Yesterday 

There’s a soft breeze blowing this evening,
And it lifts your brown eyes from your book to steal a glance at me.

The way you look at me gives me a thrill.

I act unperturbed,
Barely concealing the quickening blush that kisses my cheeks.
Dare I forget the smile on your lips?

I hear the leaves fall. 
I see a shadow fall over the sun.
I sense your footsteps beckoning.

This momentary shyness fades.
You’re just a stranger amongst the trees. 
I hum a broken tune but you interrupt me. 
I look up, startled at the familiarity of your voice.

How long has it been?
I failed to recognise the curl in your hair,
The way your hands held a book,
The storm you always brewed in my heart.
Hadn’t I changed enough?

How long did you sit there,
Knowing who I was?

Your words don’t register,
I only hear your voice.
I smile an old smile. 

And just as quickly as you walked over,
You now walk away;
I stop myself from calling out your name. 
I see you fade into the distance and my smile disappears, disappointed.

My tea is cold. 
The sun begins to set,
It is time for her rest.
I gather my things –
Thoughts and book and purse.

Someone comes quietly to sit beside me. 
I smile my old smile, again. 

©Brindology & Arun Rosiah 2016
Original image by Arun Rosiah

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96. Roar

She knows more,
He says, “No.” 

She knows more,
So he talks more.

She knows more,
He silences her roar.

She knows more,
He won’t think so. 

And so it makes her angry,
And so it makes her think
That all she does is for nothing,
And her hopes begin to sink. 

But does she give it all up, 
Does she throw it in?
No, she gets up fighting,
She wants everyone to win. 

©Brindology 2017 

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94. Walk in my shoes 

If you could walk in my shoes,
Would you hear what I hear?

If you could walk in my shoes,
Would you comprehend my fear?

If you could see what I see, 
Would you understand me?

If you could walk in my shoes,
Would your judgment disappear?

©Brindology 2017 

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