Tag: poem

Protest – DP

lizaaitken

IMG_3180

I must protest I have the flu,

the female kind,

what can I do.

I will protest I’m feeling sick,

can’t leave home,

it must go quick.

I won’t protest a little nip,

the brandy dear,

should do the trick.

*

In response to The Daily Prompt – Protest

I woke up feeling poorly this morning, what stated as a tickle at the back of my throat last night has turned into something else completely.  I have honey, oranges and lemons and a drop of brandy if it comes to it.  My nan used to swear by a drop of brandy to get you back on your feet again, purely medicinal of course!

lizalizaskysaregrey©2016

The Traumatised Child

lizaaitken

The pain of all your suffering

is felt in every verse.

img_2959Stretched across the page,

traumatised from birth.

Salty tears are mixed with ink,

and yet invisible.

Telling your story of

childhood not reversible.

Your family don’t know you,

born into original sin.

Your mother turned a blind eye,

just because of him.

I see it in all your tiny cracks,

they’re very clear to me.

You lay down in your writing,

so that all of us can see.

Now you choose to write it down,

a ploy to get it out.

It’s really buried deeper,

won’t come up if you shout.

There are those who look away,

they don’t want to know.

What’s with all the writing,

is there some place you could go.

Believe me when I tell you,

I’ve so much respect for you.

For the days you live right now,

the traumatised child too.

*

lizalizaskysaregrey©2016

Dedicated to a friend but also to all those who write about early experiences of trauma and pain.  I have so much admiration for you, your doing your way and I applaud you from the bottom of my heart.

 

What Colour is Love?

lizaaitken

Is it the deepest red of blood, of passion and lips.

img_2642

 

The pink of sweet fairies to the pinkest rose hips.

img_3481

The white of the purest and brightest universal light.

img_3772

Then lilac to purple, from dawn through to night.

img_3763

Orange through to peach and all things in between.

img_3474

Buds yet still to open, the wonder to be seen.

img_3531

Yellow for friendship, for the sunshine up above.

img_3482

So can you please tell me, what colour is love?

lizalizaskysaregrey©2016

 

 

Vanish #2

lizaaitken

 

 With the snuffing of the candle,

darkness walks into the room.

A fine crack in the doorframe,

permits the misty gloom.

A figure lingers in the void,

not known upon this earth.

It’s sucking in all happiness,

any joyfulness and mirth.

A wail’s heard in the distance,

oh such an agonising cry.

All arms and legs are frozen,

can’t move them if we try.

Too late we understand now,

darkness has taken hold.

We should have taken more heed,

of stories that were told.

A witch who returns at Christmas,

after she was banished.

Following any darkness here,

they find the children vanish. 

Vanish – DP

lizaaitken

 

 

 

img_4915

As the sun sets over the mountains,

you once again come to my mind.

The days that we spent bound together,

I’m trying hard now not to find.

An excuse for your sudden departure,

I though what we had was the best.

The morning the phone rang unanswered,

another of lives painful tests.

One moment your here then you vanish,

I’m lost for the reason you went.

From the second my eyes laid upon you,

I believed you were heaven sent.

Was it just my crazy imagination,

had I spent to many years on my own.

Are you on the other side of that mountain,

and me I’m just here all alone.

*

lizalizaskysaregrey©2016

Response to The Daily Prompt Vanish

 

 

 

 

Treasure

lizaaitken

I’m rich in life in so many ways,

and I’m not counting money.

I haven’t got too much of that,

it’s not money that makes you funny.

I’m wealthy when it comes to friends,

the very special kind.

Those that get me without words,

the friends that can read my mind.

I have a treasure trove of memories,

a collection of beautiful things.

A panoply of love and dreams,

No need for armour with wings.

Joy that fills each and every day,

costs nothing but my time.

Time I have for those I love,

that helps make my life sublime. 

~ Liza

lizalizaskysaregrey©2016

 

Echo – DP

lizaaitken

img_3454

I still hear the echo of your voice,

and I defer my decisions to you.

When I’m at a crossroads in life,

I ask what you think I should do.

We still have conversations,

though it’s only me that can hear.

You know I value your opinion,

you’ve a talent for thinking clear.

What would I do without you,

probably make you up in my head.

I’m so lucky I have you with me,

I’d hate to be lonely instead.

And if it is really just an echo,

of those memories I have of you.

It is every bit as perfect like this,

as your telling me what I should do.

*

Daily Prompt – Echo

lizalizaskysaregrey©2016

 

 

Fearing the Future 

lizaaitken

I’m scared of seeing myself honestly, 

for the person I truly am.

Without the props and dressing up, 

I  really don’t think I can.

That’s not your plan for me today, 

you insist I look in the mirror.

The mirror of truth to introspect, 

bring the self a little nearer.

Fear in my heart, a shortness of breath, 

I just want to stay in bed. 

Hide myself, keep eyes shut tight, 

each moment filled with dread.

I’ve prayed, begged and cried,

what more can I do so you’ll listen.

Give me more time, let me linger here,

please don’t let me loose my position.

Your pulling me now, there’s no turning back,

then over the edge do I fall.

My wings open up, I’m starting to fly,

all the fear led to nothing at all.