Rejuvenation

Down, up, down, up
down, splutter, cough
rise
Cleansed. Inside and out
salted. Preserved.
Feet stumble, hair drips
nothing matters but the waves.

Up, down, up, down
up, giggle, shriek
bob
Happy. Inside and out
soaked. Renewed.
Arms flail, eyes sparkle
nothing matters but the waves.

Moving

The impossibility of moving
Is all too possible for me
No-one’s really budging
To let me in to see

I only want some grassy land
Somewhere to flex my toes
Why’s it so bloody difficult
This one, nobody knows!

The Reality of Cliches

Funny how the days turned to years
Yet the tears, they just stayed as tears
Your face is a memory etched into my mind
But your touch and smell are harder to find.

I still wonder how it is that every spring
Lambs are born, flowers grow and birds sing
Did they forget I told them you aren’t here
Maybe your voice is still ringing in their ears.

Time’s the greatest healer or so they say
But I miss you more with each passing day
So please show me how to wind back the clock
What I’d give to go back to the starting block.

The Lady with the Wave to her Hair

The lady with the wave to her hair, she said
The one who’s struggling to breathe.

But I know who that is, I said
The one who ran off and left me.

She’s saying it started before you, she said
The not being able to breathe.

She’s here speaking to me, I said
The one who ran off and left me.

You must realise it’s not your fault, she said
Her quitting being able to breathe.

But that’s the thing right there you see,
Doesn’t matter what anyone tells me,
I’ll always know I could have done more,
Stopped her action to shut life’s door.

Lady with the wave in her hair,
Sorry that I was only half there,
I was too young, didn’t understand,
Should have held your hand in my hand.

Thank you for making yourself known,
Proving I’ve not been left on my own,
No need to explain why, what or how,
Just relax, watch and rest for now.

Action

Standing alone on the outside,

Watching, waiting, wishing.

To be on the inside.

 

Standing alone on the inside,

Watching, waiting, wishing.

To be included.

 

Standing alone in the group,

Watching, waiting, wishing.

To be free from others.

 

Standing alone anywhere,

Watching, waiting, wishing.

To be where I’m not.

Forgiveness

It’s a crying shame

That so often we choose

To play the blame game

Where all of us lose.

 

For there’s no understanding

At the end of the day,

Just egos demanding

That someone must pay.

 

Forgiveness is a gift

And it’s also a sign

That we’re taking a shift

Towards the divine

 

Where we lay down the sword

And rise high above

To a heavenly reward;

Unconditional love!

 

© Nick Card 2011

 

With thanks to Nick Card who authored today’s poem and kindly allowed me to publish it on this blog. Nick is a very talented writer who also wrote the “poetrical” (a play containing poetry), A Grave Reunion which showed at the Edinburgh Fringe Festival in 2012. You can find a podcast of A Grave Reunion here.