From the Heart
Autonomy of you and me, we’re alone a lot you see
We don’t rely on other folk and tend to do as we please
We’re strange as individuals, an odd couple, you and I
A twosome of individuality, on that they can rely
I couldn’t do it without you, but I want for no one more
My whiskered friend, my funny face, it’s you that I adore
I am an island of myself
but can I survive without you
I know I need your warmth and love
and all the physical bits too.
I need the sunlight on my skin
to hear the sounds of love.
Nourishment you give to me
like the rain from up above.
I am an island of myself
but need the sea’s around
My waters run into the sea
and we are forever bound.
No man is an island , entire of itself ~ John Donne
We are all interconnected, not one of us is without connection to something, someone, somewhere.
We are physical beings and therefore need the connection of others to survive. We were born onto a family, for good or bad we wouldn’t be here without them. We need confirmation that we exist, that we are in fact present. We need LOVE, warmth and kindness and sometimes someone to stand up to us and tell us that they think we are wrong. We need to be able to measure ourselves against others, understand our own progress.
I’m fiercely independant but I need people around me for confirmation of myself, I need to love and be loved. I learn from those I listen to and watch, sometimes the learning is from not doing as they do.
On my solitary days I need the elements of nature, the sun on my cheeks and air to breath. I am reliant on nature to sustain me, I rely on the beauty of the universe to help me create and remind me of my creations.
And when I’m gone, I will remain in my family, my memories and my laughter.
In response to the Daily Prompt – Island
‘My pleasure‘ he said as he took her hand.
‘Pleasure’, she said in reply.
They really did talk drivel in those days of long gone by.
It really didn’t please him, and her, she couldn’t care less.
To hold her hand and open the door to pass the culture test.
This is how I would die into the love I have for you:
As pieces of cloud dissolve in sunlight ~ Rumi
My boy has been up in the clouds today. He’s gone off New York with his girlfriend and thankfully they have just landed. I have tracked the plane over the Atlantic most of the day, I know I’m crazy but I’m a mum! He might be twenty six but he’s not well travelled, he phoned me lost in Heathrow early this morning and now he has to navigate his way around New York! That’s the thing with being a mum, it doesn’t let up, not that I want it to mind you.
Anyway I can breath easy and get back to the pain of my tooth abscess which is not being helped by the antibiotics and pain killers. If only the sun would come out of the clouds here.
In response to the Daily Prompt – Clouds
Brighton is my spiritual home, I don’t think I could live anywhere else in the UK. If I moved it would be south to the continent, Spain or France but for now and the last fifteen years Brighton has been my home.
Brighton is a seaside town and therefore full of tourists all year round. Some call it London-by-Sea but having lived in London most of my adult life I can tell you it’s nothing like it. Brighton is a force of it’s own, it does not mimic anywhere else, it is original, a trendsetting town. Brighton is kind, it looks after its own and it welcomes the new, this town is very accepting.
I have days when I decide I’m taking time out and I’m going to be a tourist for the day, just for the hell of it. I drift through the city streets, North Laines and South Lanes (yes, they are spelt differently) and become a tourist. I stop and sit outside cafe’s and bars and watch the weird world of this town and its visitors go past. I might stop of at any number of places for a lunchtime meditation or just head straight through town for the beach.
The energy of this town and its people are amazing and I have made some truly wonderful friends. Weird, I’ll grant you but wonderful in that they are open, thoughtful and caring souls. I think that’s what drew me here, its different and I’m a bit different too, I like to throw myself in the deep end. I have conversations here, that would be seen as mad anywhere else, the flies on our walls could tell a tale or two for sure.
At the end of my tourist day I can usually be found on the beach looking out at the beautiful West Pier, this is one of my spacial places, where I draw my energy.
I believe that the saying ‘on the edge’ refers to the sea and those that are drawn to it, but that’s okay.
Response to the Daily Prompt – Tourist
Water drops from my eye and blots at the ink
I stare through my tears and don’t overthink
It’s your day again, the day you were born
June twenty eighth and I can’t help but morn
I know that your near, I believe that always
It’s just harder for me, as it’s your special day
Happy Birthday mum, I really love you
I know you are dancing with legs you can use
The oxygen gone, no longer required
You can float through the air without being tired
The tears are of sadness because of your pain
But also of joy because we’ll meet again.
In response to The Daily Prompt – Water
She does not remember her children,
she has also forgotten her name.
Daily, her loved ones visit now,
though she’ll never be quite the same.
Questions stare out of her eyes,
that she can’t connect to her lips.
She can no longer style her own hair,
so it’s often held back with clips.
She screams when they wash her hair,
she cries for to leave it alone.
She would rather stay in her nightdress,
and just wants to be on her own.
Stains appear on her clothes,
that would never have been there before.
She’s forgotten she doesn’t eat meat,
cause the arguments out of the door.
She’s deprived of the mind she once had,
it’s all muddled and in tiny bits.
She’s forgotten what she was saying,
as soon as the words leave her lips.
So I bless I still have my mind and
I love her as much as I can.
I can’t talk about deprivation,
while I still visit Aunty Anne
In response to the Daily Prompt – Deprive
A simple fence to keep you out,
would be enough for me
To separate our wrong from right
and everything could be.
I’ll help you put it up one day,
when we have time to spare.
Then happiness will dance with me,
when you are over there.
Until that time, lets play a while,
so everyone can see.
That we are just magnificent,
in our pen of you and me.
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