The Flower You Plucked.

The flower you plucked 

 from my morning dew bed 

 Aiii says I ...as I stretch & become awake.

 feeling for that space where that flower grew,

 there's a little wound there, don't you know

 how could you hurt me so

As I touch that place I look up in wonder.

to see who picked that flower, much too late

He had passed in the morning misty dew 

wondering searching, for whom I knew not.

I spend  day & night searching high & low.

for that phantom flower picker

that has left me wounded so
I could smell the scent,

of the flower that you picked
so I just followed my nose 

and followed  you up the street
& just there you were 

behind that hazy mist 

I reach to touch you, 
but you smiled & shook your head

such a mystical look in your eyes,
that told me, your not of this world

I stood rooted to the spot
wondering what to do 

wanting, yearning to touch

to caress that face

that magnificent face 

that's so out of my reach

          Connie James    16/12/12

The Air Of Madness

                                            

The air of madness all around him

that madness that drives one so implicitly on,

with no rime or reason,

to search for that unforgetful image.

whether it'll be real or imaginary. 

that obsessive need to search deep into one's mind

not just the shadows but the truth, that lives in one's soul 

What one visionary see's, or believes one sees

that light that one's been searching for such a long time 

as one crosses that unforgetful road,

one stands there, tears welling up, but refusing to shed.

Remembering, remembering how good it used to be.

Just then, the not so quite full moon,

hidden behind a veil like, gossamer.

shines on that unattainable beloved face,

that's ingrained in one's mind.

Yet again is it real, or just imaginary 

but one cares not, as one finds oneself uttering the words,

in ones constricted throat.  

I love you ...

By Connie James     22/10/13

WHISPERS

Whispering, whispers in my mind,
forever whispering,
Please go away, leave me alone let me be.
So tired, by the senseless whispering,
Wakening, waking me.
ignoring the whisperings, as much as I can
Breathing slowly, ever so slowly.
reducing the rhythm, of my beating heart.
to no avail, the whisperers, taking my sanity.
Shadows, the shadows that I see ...
scared, senseless eyes firmly shut.
How hard I try ... I hear, hear whispers
and seeing shadows.
Glancing quickly, someone's, definitely there.
Passing shadows whispering, whispering by.
Who are you say I
Who do you search for they won't listen to me
whispering faster & faster,
I get more & more like a demented parrot,
knowing not what it's saying me..

Someone sat down beside me,
with this incessantly whispering,
Screaming I cried, go away, leave me alone.
As I sat up, hearing steps, walking away.
Screaming, screaming hysterically because those damned
Whisperers won't leave me, whispers in my mind whispers in my soul 
And whispers that mean nothing at all.
Meaningless whispers from all Eternity.


 By Connie James    
                                          15/8/13 
                     

Khalil Gibran on Love (The Prophet)

The moon outside my window.

 

Moon, Moon where are,

you went AWOL don't you know
I looked for you near and far,

but you were hiding behind that gossamer net,

that we call clouds I stood around waiting just waiting,

as I could not settle,

up and down like a yoyo...looking looking for you.

You went away from me.

Then I spied you chasing after Venus I saw you all aligned, 

Mercury and Mars, but that wasn't enough for you, you had to chase Uranus,

Jupiter and Pluto too
But don't you know Moon 

there's an Earthling down here waiting for you, she needs you to shine on her,

don't you know you mesmerise her, with that beautiful face of yours,

I looked for you high and low...right across the firmament there was no sign of you moon,

but I knew you were there,
I stood ready camera in hand ...to record your first entrance,
but you were playing hard to get,

and left me with this imbalance
from staring up to, the sky's,

people thought me mad at times I see you there,

with Venus just beside you and Mars not so far away,

one knows its Mars from the red tinge around, it

this alignment is amazing I saw with my own eyes,

with the help of my binoculars it was an amazing sight,

but you see my dear,
my dearest moon,  theirs a being down here just,

waiting for you each time you show your face,
I say what a magnificent moon, 

but now you hide behind those gossamer clouds

you know you shouldn't

you have always affected my moods
I become rather irrational,

that's no joke  
I point you out to my children
saying look at that beautiful moon,

that full moon

come on my baby's howl,

howl at the moon in the end,

I have everyone howling in the garden pointing at you Moon...
is it strange or not,

am afraid I don't know...but the moon always affected me so.

                        By Connie James  1/12/2013.

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