My Poyums – Scottish pronunciation
Hello! Despite studying poetry at Uni, I use it mainly to jot down a train of thought.These are an eclectic mix. Several were University assignments. Others were published*. Read between the lines. Hear with your soul. See with my eyes while they were clear. I write as a painter rather than a poet: abstract, contemporary, romantic,Impresionist.hold on! I write as it comes to me, any time, anywhere. Always out of the ether. I may have written it for you before I knew you. I may have written it foabout you while I knew you, but you never knew, and when I wrote it after you were gone, it went back to the ether for you to find. And here you are?
* Some previously published in various magazines, anthologies and Inspirations and Influences
More to come. In the meantime please visit my current and other blogs from the stories below. See you there!
A Faded Rose
There is beauty in a faded rose
A refusal to give in
Admit defeat
Though nature takes her course
The perfume that was sweet
Is stronger muskier
A trifle dusty
But alluring in its strength
The branches brown against the pink
Are narrowed drooping
Frail but graceful
Draping their burdens beautifully
I do not have the heart to bin it
This dry and papered
Faded rose
The Pleasant Pheasant
That came to kive in a long secluded garden on The Baulk in Nottinghamshire England:
He was a pleasant pheasant who came to stay
and he strutted in the garden as if to say
He owned it
He would eye me
in my rocking chair
without disdain
but never came
within the French doors
in the rain.
We calmly co-existed in my garden for
many a day
then my Pleasant Pheasant found
pastures greener
and went away .
Eunice C English 2022
A PARKINSONS POYUM
Do You Miss Me as I miss me?
As niss me?
hat lively fun-loving girl
I
I used to be?
No more do you see
That I am still in here?
I can srill feel me but sometimes
I am in hidimg
Tjose are the daYs I cant remember
yesterday
Aamd where I am to be today
4was shocked
To look into
the mirror today
I looked into my face
And talked to myself
But my nouth stayed stiff
That People used to mention
nwas gone
I dont know when it
Happened
Ĵust happenstance
I can still sinĝ
And strictly dance
But they too are drifting into
a recess in my mind
where ño one comes to visit
Any more
Or do they?
My brain has lost my smile
My smile is lost
amongst the
missing neuron pathways
I still smile
But only on
theinside
The same way that
I now dance
I miss me being me
Are you ,issing me too
What do we do?
Eunice C English August 1010
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