NEW HOUSES

ENCLOSED, BUT NOT SAFE,

NEW AND UNLIVED IN,

NO MEMORIES, NO LIVING,

EMPTY OF SOUL,

SURROUNDED BY WALLS WITH NO FEELINGS OF LOVE,

JUST LONELINESS,

WITHOUT A PAST, A HOME IS A HOUSE,

I LISTEN FOR FAMILIAR ECHOES,

NO GHOSTS, NOTHING.

FIONA

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RAINBOW CONNECTIONS

RAINBOWS, COLOURED SQUIGGLY LINES GUIDING US TO A NIRVANA OF WHICH WE DREAM.

ONLY WHEN THE RAIN AND SUN MAKE LOVE , IS THIS BEAUTY CREATED.

YOUR WISH FULFILLED BY SIMPLE LOVE OF WHAT YOU DO IN LIFE.

GOLD AT THE END OF THE RAINBOW, WHATEVER YOU DESIRE.

BE CAREFUL WHAT YOU WISH FOR.

INSIDE THE RAINBOW, SIMPLICITY AND KINDNESS.

VORACIOUSLY LOVING RAINBOWS, UNICORNS AND DREAMS.

FIONA

FIRST LOVE 💕

IT WAS A ROMANCE DESTINED FOR LOVELINESS,

BROKEN WORDS A DISTANT MEMORY,

I STILL REMEMBER,

I REMEMBER THE ROUGHNESS OF YOUR HANDS, AS YOU CARESSED MY FACE,

THE TWINKLE IN YOUR EYES AS YOU SAW ME,  AND KISSED MY WANTING LIPS,

THE ONENESS OF OUR BODIES MAKING LOVE,

YOUR LAUGH WAS MUSIC TO MY EARS,

OUR DECLARATION OF FOREVER LOVE,

WE WERE HAPPY, WERE WE NOT?

WE WERE YOUNG, AND YOUTH CHANGES,

YOUNG LOVE SEES NO FLAWS,

YOUNG LOVE HAS A LIFE OF ITS OWN,

UNTIL IT DOESN’T.

YOU WERE MY FIRST SWEET LOVE,

AN ENTREE, TO ADD TO MY FRESCO.

YOU MOVED ON AND MOVED AWAY,

I STRUGGLED THROUGH EACH LONELY DAY.

TIMES A HEALER, I LOVED AGAIN,

DARLING YOU WILL ALWAYS LEAVE A SPARK

UPON MY WELL LOVED BURNING HEART.

FIONA

THOUGHTS

IF YOU LISTEN, YOU CAN HEAR THE WORLD,
WHEN IT CRIES, WHEN IT LAUGHS.

TOO MANY JUST DON’T STOP,

DON’T ALLOW THEIR THOUGHTS TO REST,

OUR THOUGHTS MAKE US WEARY, TIRED.

AS I SIT IN THE AUTUMN SUNSHINE AND WRITE,

I PONDER THIS THOUGHT.

OUR THOUGHTS A FLOATING ECHO OF OUR LIVES,

MOVING FORWARD INTO THE FUTURES GUIDING LIGHT,

REWINDING TO THE HAUNTED VISIONS OF OUR PAST.

STOP AND ALLOW NOTHINGNESS,

FEEL, HEAR, SEE THE PRESENCE OF NOW.

NOW IS SO UNCLUTTERED, SO UNCOMPLICATED.

LAUGH AT YOUR SHADOW.

SMELL THE SWEET SCENT OF FRANGIPANI,

DON’T LOOK FORWARD AT THE PATH UNTRODDEN,

OR BACK AT THE DEBRIS OF YESTERDAY,

NOW IS WHAT IS IMPORTANT, NOW IS WITHIN OUR CONTROL.

FIONA

AUTUMN

EVERYTHING IS BROWN, DECAYING

PREPARING FOR WINTERS HARSHNESS

NATURES PROTECTION FROM THE ELEMENTS

THE BIRDS LOCK UP HOUSE AND FLY SOUTH

TREES DISPOSE OF THEIR DEAD LEAVES

GNARLY BRANCHES REACHING TO THE SKY, GRIEVING THE BEAUTY LOST TO THEM

LITTLE UNDERSTANDING HOW BEAUTIFUL THEIR NAKED BRANCHES

BUT BEFORE THE DESCENT OF WINTER THERE IS BEAUTY

THE RED AND GOLD OF TRANSITIONAL DEATH

LEAVES, FLOATING TO THE GROUND TO FACE THEIR DEMISE.

THE SLIGHT CHILL OF THE WIND GHOSTING THROUGH MY VEINS

WINTERS PREPARATION FOR ITS ONSLAUGHT

NATURES WAY OF ALLOWING CHANGE TO KEEP US FEELING ALIVE.

FIONA

ONE WOMANS LIFE

You watch the fading light.

The shadows embracing your weary soul.

Tired and battle scarred.
To eat you must succumb.
Overcoming the contempt thrown at you.
You hold your head high.
Survival now an instinct.
Trust a lost art.
Each day it becomes harder to walk the streets you know so well.
Your once ethereal beauty lost to life.
A reality in hell relived each day.
Time and time again.
Dreaming of a life less harsh,
You pretend there is love,
A gentleness you have never known.
A glamourised struggle.
For you it is a means to an end.
Yesterday’s run into tomorrow’s.
Today is a mere existence.
You pretend nothingness are caresses,
The meaningless kisses, love.
In too deep to remove yourself.
You struggle through each day,
Every face becoming one.
Every body you touch a job.
You know no way out.
So you begin today, as every other day,
An existence.

FIONA