Pretty in Pink

Never put all your eggs in one basket

Her grand mother once said

She remembered these words so clearly

They stuck in her head

She lived each day to the full

Her days were so busy

She was always on the move

Her life was far from dull

She decided it was time

To take her grand mother old bike

Out of the shed

It was a pretty pink one

Reflecting sparkles in between

It has been years since

I rode a bike

Oh my goodness

What am I like

As she rolled up flower shop

And bought what she wanted

She filled her basket that day

With wonderful pink flowers

On her way

She had to pass that huge hill

This was her only way home

She cycled up it as if going no where

But it was worth it

When she finally reached the top

Almost out of breath

She did not know it yet

As she looked down

A long strip of road

Waited for her

To cycle by

For her to glide

She said to herself

Oh well here goes

Pushing her feet in

Curling up her toes

She let herself free

The bike done the rest

She went at speed

What a trill she felt

Not braking once

Just in case

It was like she was challenging herself

Like she was in a race

When she came to the end

Her hair was everywhere

But she was so happy

She just didn’t care

Now she knew

What her grand mother meant

With all her old sayings

She meant to enjoy l

Do not worry

Live and love life

Heart of Wonder

If every road contained a heart

If every crack we could prevent

Fill the emptiness

With some cement

Carry your feelings

Hold them inside

Sometimes it is easier

Than having them

Fly away and glide

Like leaves on the tree

Been pulled by the wind

Nothing left

But an empty hard frozen spell

Understand where it is

You want them to go

Do not wait for the love

To come and go

When the snow has settled

And the sun is hidden away

Do not shelter your feelings

Get them out today

Bottling them up can seem

Like the right thing to do

Opening up can sometimes

Be much easier who knew

With butterflies in your tummy

And a bounce in your step

One day you will get there

Just take your time

And then leap

In to a world

Of opening up

Not bottling it up inside

Feel free as a bird in flight

Be your own self

Fly your own kite 

Free Grace

Lying in position

Lying on the floor

They cried out and applauded

They wanted more

She danced her heart out

She moved so gracefully

She forgot all that was around her

She was in her own world

The music played on

She filled the floor

Like an elegant flower

Opening up

Beauty you can not ignore

Learning from all the mistakes

She had made before

She was focused this time

Not wanting to feel

Her injury anymore

As he arms tightened in

And her legs turned right in

She was a light of silhouette

Gleaming on the stage floor

Then up she threw out her last jump

Making sure she glided where

She wanted to end her show

As she lay back down

In the position

Where she began

The crowd were on their feet

Clapping out so loudly

She peeped up to see

Are they really congratulating me

Surprised by the reaction

She knew she had done well

She no longer lived scared

Alone in her shell  

In Disguise

I have got to get out of these clothes fast before he returns.  He must not know that this is the way i clean the house all day.  I know when he leaves i am in my perfect cardigan that his mother once knitted and that skirt down to my knees.  I wish he would leave me to be myself but he doesn’t know this is who i am when he is not around.  So wearing tight jeans and my tank top makes me feel like a woman a real woman.  I feel like my skin can breath and open up to all that surrounds my very presence.  Why can’t he see it from where i stand but alas he won’t ever understand.  He was brought up in a household that was more like a convent or military barracks.  Everyone had their place and this was mine. 

I would blare the music to the heavens when he would leave.  It was brilliant and I felt the freedom embrace my very soul.  It was if it was lifting me off to another world.  I often felt like a preacher’s wife.  I really had to make the most of this time i was open to this new world.  I often walked around in nothing but a t-shirt just to feel more freedom.  Cleaning the windows with a white linen cloth i caught a reflection of myself in the glass.  Who is the person looking back?  It was like i had never seen her before.  I looked so different my light was switched on and the old me was tidied away in the cupboard with all the other old dusty worn out items.  I admired the birds flying and often wished it was me flying to my freedom.  As I took the mats from the old wooden knotted floor boards i noticed one was loose.  At first i was abit scared to look.  He did not like me snooping or having a mind of my own.  What the hell i thought to myself.  I want to see what this is underneath if anything was.  So i opened up the already gap in the boards and seen something strange in a brown sack.  I found this strange but proceeded to take it out and open it up.  Oh I wonder what it is?  Images and ideas filled my head.  As I opened it items of clothing fell from the sack.  Tight pants and torn shirt with a saucy brand on it.  What are these i thought to myself? Where did these come from?

So I decided to keep them a secret but before I could get them back under the floorboards he came through the door.  I didn’t hear you come in dear.  What are you doing? He asked.  Nothing my dear. It doesn’t look like nothing.  What have you got there I seen he was nervous and had a look on his face as if he knew.  Alright you want me to show you what are these?  What is what he exclaimed?  By the way what are you wearing I was just about to ask you the very same thing.  This is not who you are.  Well it seems i don’t know who you really are either. What do you mean he said?  I mean are these clothes belonging to you? Have you been hiding them on me? I was about to ask you the very same thing?  I never knew you did this when i was gone.  That’s the problem you never seem to know anything about me.  I have to hide who I really am because you want me to be this other person.  No i don’t this is the idea you seem to have us and this house and that’s why i hid who I was.  I guess we are both hiding who we are. 

They both looked at each other and laughed.  What are we both like?  All this time we have been acting like strangers and wearing a mask.  We could of just been the people we wanted to be all along.  He grabbed her tight jeans and placed his hard working hands around her soft gentle hips.  He placed his lips on hers and gently kissed her.  She smelt of dusty housework and lilac flowers but he didn’t mind he had the woman he loved and her curvy behind.  She ran her hands through his soft curls and held his chest close to her heart almost encased in his heart. 

     

Walking By

Looking at him

From steps up high

He almost caught her looking

At him, she just let out a sigh

Did he see me

She thought to herself

Oh if he did

I will die of embarrassment

Walking along

She felt the heat of the warm sun

Wondering will he follow

Will he come

No sign of him

He was gone out of sight

She felt a smile cross her face

Like a child lit up inside

Walking along

Taking other images in

When suddenly

There he was again

He had caught her off guard

This time he seen her look

He turned and smiled

With a twinkle in his eyes

Oh please let him walk by

And not notice me

She said to herself

So quietly

As he was about to pass her by

He asked her for directions

He wanted to know the way

She was surprised taken back

Oh you just go around there

He thanked her

As she was about to walk again

He asked her would she like to have a chat

And maybe a coffee too

That would be nice

She said in a soft humble voice

After that they came there so many times again

Meeting place became their

Wedding palace

Mountains Call

With every event in life

There are mountains to climb

Before you know it

Your there on time

Some mountains are easier to move

While others just seem

To stand still

Others give us such a thrill

Hurt and wounded

They can be the ones

That never seem to leave

Always with you

How ever you perceive them

Target in sight

You have the fight

To push them to the back

Of your worn out mind

Struggling on

Leaving the negatives behind

Meeting others head on

Can be sometimes

The only way

Things get done

When one dies and fades away

Others just come crashing

Against you tired worn out feet

Pile them up one by one

Figuring out

Which one and where it belongs

Listening to your inner voice

Staring most of them in the eye

Others pile up and make you cry

Carrying them can be heavy

Others can ware you down

They can make you tire

Listen to the mountain

That is built into

The framework of your heart

Sort that out first

Then every thing else

Will not fall apart

Music Man

He played all day

He played all night

He played in his sleep

He was as free as a kite

Music gave him pleasure

Music set him free

Music was in his bones

Music was more than a hobby

Standing in front of a crowd

Took over him

He loved to see them dance

Enjoying themselves and singing

Strumming his guitar

As if he was playing from afar

He played it in his back yard

In his run down old car

As he sat on the beach

Every thing standing still

He played out a tune

People joined in

They would sing

In no time

The circle had moved in

He was like the magnetic

Source of musical mind

As he played the last tune

He laid his guitar down

To watch the sun go down

Now he can be seen

Playing his guitar

All over town

In the streets

In the bars

On his own

In his run down old car