Light

Sometimes it seems impossible
that a ray of sunshine can pierce the clouds
Darkness will always defeat light .... or so it seems
The clouds are sometimes so dark
that I'm sure they must be solid!
Yet at other times the clouds are brilliantly white
..... and still the clouds stop the light?

Then I realise that if the light had been defeated
then I would not see the clouds!
The light ..... in defeating the darkness ....
allows me to see the dark clouds
The light also shows me the beauty
and magnificence of the towering clouds.

My depression can be like the clouds....
So dark and heavy that I feel that I cannot bear their weight.
Then you remind me that I only know depresion
because I also feel the absence of that weight!

I must rejoice in the clouds .... look on the dark times

with the power and joy of light.

© Ian Croft April 2021

Freebies

I gather the discards from other lives

.... sweet little gifts that fall

from the Gumtree around me

Things that you don't need.... 

I can turn those unwanted items

into treasure..... built into the project

We each have freebies that we can't touch

.... an endless supply of the feelings and moments

........ and the funny thing is that when I give

them to you, sometimes I find that

we share them.... you want them

and when you hold them, I find that

I'm holding you! 

So take these freebies that I offer you

.... and if you find that this freebie

is something you cherish... 

then hold me and share the freebie. 

The restaurant of magic

House in a valley

People bring their soul and share

a moment of their lives

Snapshots of eternity

each one a piece in a kaleidescopic jigsaw

The food is a distillation of the thoughts

and experiences of each diner

.... perfect for the moment

and an inspiration for the future

The conductor is at the same moment

a composer, an inspiration, a writer, a muse

The music of this place is a symphony

of infinity..... the patrons are the orchestra

... and each one will be touched

at the core of their being. 

Dream

Dreams are like clouds....

drifting through our life

They draw me onward....

ever upward

..... but should I touch that dream?

It's longing made of nothingness

When my hand tries to touch

then the dream is illusion

I saw you once again

and the memories cut me

.... bleeding and so real

I want to live those memories again

Why can't you hear me? 

Close to my heart

Some words are so precious.....

I hold them in my heart and I often

hear them again.

Each time I hear those words

the pleasures explode anew in my mind

and it feels as though time

has rewound..... and I can feel you close again.

Some words are not precious.....

and they bring back pain

When I hear those words in my memory

it feels like winter.... with freezing cold and rain

I wish I could forget those words

but my memory torments me at times.

It opens the door to the past

and makes me relive the bad times too.

As time moves on I find that

the good memories grow sweeter....

.... the bad memories grow bleaker

But I can sometimes touch the bad memories

without feeling the cutting pain.....

The pain is fading now

and the sweet flowers are covering the pain

with their beautiful fragrance.

Life is getting better. 

Destruction

[..... the victim speaks] 

My dreams are gone....

dreams shattered in a few fleeting moments 

when you forced your brutal lust

on my vulnerable body.

In my innocence I had no understanding 

of what you did.... only the pain. 

The pain shocked my mind and my body

I couldn't have resisted even if it was possible

For you I was a thing

.... you didn't care that the person I thought I knew

had been destroyed in those moments

My dreams destroyed

... the image I held in my mind

could never never do such a thing to me

You were my special one.... my idol... 

but you smashed my image... 

... smashed my dreams

And now there's an aching hole in my heart

that I used to hold you in.... 

Gone..... gone.... you are gone

and the leering face can never

take the place... 

you used to hold

The destruction is complete.

© Ian Croft September 2019 

Once....

[...... on aging]

Once I was young and bold

... able to leap tall buildings in a single bound

Now I feel decrepit and old

.... leaping a puddle is the best I've found

Once I could solve complex issues

..... now I can barely open a box of tissues

I used to climb tall ladders with speed

.... now to mount two steps, assistance I need! 

Oh for the joys of youth

.... I think I've lost them

and that's the truth

Now I sit in my chair and nod

.... perhaps to the letter box

with weary step do I plod

But for all the trials an aging body brings

there are many times that my spirit sings

Watching my child with her exuberance 

... seeing her love for me and her mother

These are joys to compare with no other

So I'm content in these days..... 

They're the best of all

...... that's what I says!


© Ian Croft September 2019