Giselle Marks
Two new poems for you to enjoy!
The Sun Shone
Yesterday the sun smiled down
Warming the edges of my frown,
Lessening the scowl I wore,
As I went outside the door.
So hard to cry as its glow,
Lifts me from my lowest low.
The washing drying upon the line,
Smelling sweet in bright sunshine
And icy chains so deep inside
Bonds keeping my joy fast tied
Break as they melt away
Allow me to cheer and play.
Winter lingers as flowers fight
Blooming brightly for my delight.
Leaves bud fresh perfect green
To crown me as their Spring Queen.
Misery within clings to abide
As light burns shrivelling its hide.
Some vestige remains lying low
Trembling cowers from the glow.
Retreating but not yet driven out
Whimpering with reason to doubt
Defeated, how it can now win?
The fight against Sun’s Lazy grin.
I fear the return of sadness
Hoping for Sun’s true gladness
To warm my heart from within
My face remembers how to grin
Laying down my battered shield
Battle over, I did not yield.
That evil dog will try again
To take me to a world of pain
Knowing now that he is beat
By sun’s loving light and heat
He cravenly whispers his battle cry
Sun and I together stand, smile and defy.
Unfulfilled Promises
Cynicism crawls cravenly into my core,
Blotting out hopes once prized.
Promises made, left undone.
Should I complain or merely abide
Without expectations?
Should I nurture this parasite inside me
And never have broken hopes
Of words and deadlines being kept?
Or excise it from my soul
And aspire to receive?
Splendour
The breeze ripples the water into patterns
Beneath the surface fish skip back and forth
Seeking tasty morsels amongst the vivid weeds
That climb upwards to the sun’s light above.
I walk slowly smiling as children rush on past
Skipping and shouting in their precious joy
Happiness glows in their beloved faces
Pride radiates from loving parents following behind.
The sea waves to me and splashes on the beach
Seagulls wheel, then bomb beneath the chilly surface.
Foam flecks the sand as the water ebbs away
And I smell seaweed as my hair blows around me.
Gazing upwards as I wander home
The mountain draped in velvet mist softens
Grassy greens, muted ochres embraced in grey
Wisps of ephemera entwined and caressed.
Where are we touched by the splendour
Of life? Is nature still worth our time
And attention? Or must we put our noses
To the grindstone and earn our keep?