Introduction: “You’ll learn, as you get older, that rules are made to be broken. Be bold enough to live life on your terms, and never, ever apologize for it. Go against the grain, refuse to conform, take the road less traveled instead of the well-beaten path. Laugh in the face of adversity, and leap before you look. Dance as though EVERYBODY is watching. March to the beat of your own drummer. And stubbornly refuse to fit in.” ― Mandy Hale Can't seem to get this song out of my head, I heard it on the way home last Friday. I plan on retiring soon... or let's say not soon enough. Waiting for my paperwork to show-up. We all go through times that are hard, easy and happy. God bless me to make it to that happy point... even though it may be hard. The below poem is an internal struggle, I went through a few years ago. The good news is that this battle has become less and less each day. Isn't that something! I recently moved to a small one bedroom and my children stayed in my old apartment. The complex did us a solid and painted both units and laid new carpet. I just love both apartments. The amazing things is that the battle my son and I were in has vanished. He loves me now! I am blessed... yes indeed. I love the color of cobalt blue; however I am going to add to this list candy apple red, jet black, soft grey and canary yellow with the brilliance of them all dancing in my new apartment for me to enjoy every minute of the day. Yes, I can now walk around in my skin, wash clothes when I want, make noise, food lasts a week, no dishes in the sink and there are quiet moments when needed... This move has been an amazing lift to my outlook and mood. Don't get me wrong, I love my kids and miss them, but they needed for me to move out...lol! Flock of Loons by Diana Mary Sharpton Churning thoughts drift as insignificant balloons, Springing upward into flight, As a flock of sultry loons Suddenly! Ear-piercing, there’s a CLASH, Breaking tranquility, A complete sound botch, As birds airlift from the distant loch Reminiscence, it’s all so pristine, As a fresh dewy morning, Crisp, green and serene Yes, I crossed the traverse today, And faced a demon or two, along my way, There’s no hiding from time, It slams the soul in discomfort, Slowly crawling up between nerve and spine One thing doesn’t change, It’s life’s impression, Washing down my face, Dictating pace, And clocking my next sensation or taste I looked in the mirror, today Bewildered, I would say Instead of me, I saw you Wondering who it was looking so cool I knew you but you looked through me, Seeing nothing relevant, Just a vastness, encompassing the deep blue sea, The difference felt little frightening too! An awkwardness, see, Because, I had found consolation without your soul in me What would I do? To merge the two! NOW and THEN, Split apart by sadness, loss, denial, revenge and sin, It’s just NOW, so I opened the reflection and let you in, Touched by this commotion, You reconciled to NOW and I to THEN © Copyright by Diana Mary Sharpton 2013-2019 "Knockin' On Heaven's Door" (from "Pat Garrett & Billy The Kid" soundtrack) Mama, take this badge off of me I can't use it anymore It's gettin' dark, too dark to see I feel I'm knockin' on heaven's door Knock, knock, knockin' on heaven's door Knock, knock, knockin' on heaven's door Knock, knock, knockin' on heaven's door Knock, knock, knockin' on heaven's door Mama, put my guns in the ground I can't shoot them anymore That long black cloud is comin' down I feel I'm knockin' on heaven's door Knock, knock, knockin' on heaven's door Knock, knock, knockin' on heaven's door Knock, knock, knockin' on heaven's door Knock, knock, knockin' on heaven's door References: Lyrics https://www.azlyrics.com/lyrics/bobdylan/knockinonheavensdoor.html Sugar you have touched my soul, my heart and my mind... I love every inch of you... Diana Mary Sharpton ~ Poetry & Photography ©All Rights Reserve 2017 Contact: DianaMSharpton@Gmail.com
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Diana Mary Sharpton“I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where. I love you simply, without problems or pride: I love you in this way because I do not know any other way of loving but this, in which there is no I or you, so intimate that your hand upon my chest is my hand, so intimate that when I fall asleep your eyes close.” Categories
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