Poison Pen Letters to Myself Read Online Free Page A

upon the floor
    No sticky finger marks upon the walls
    No toys embedded within sofa cushions
    No gleeful giggles or worried calls
    These childhood things are not the gifts you bring,
    But you impart a gift like no other
    From your very soul you have given a blessing
    The chance to become a Father and a Mother
    Your life on Earth been and gone
    Now sleep deep little one

Lake of Unshed
    You kissed away my tears and I was
    Refreshed
    I try to smile with you
    But I think I always look confused
    Bemused
    Our lives are strange
    Together in a separate fashion
    Or are we separate but still together?
    We talk about children of today and tomorrow
    Our children
    Or just hers and his and theirs and they will be soons?
    I wonder if we can stay in this business partnership
    Talking
    Voting
    Agreeing
    Negotiating
    When will we argue?
    Purge?
    Scream?
    And run away?
    Is that not how things are done today?
    Are we Saints to be raised unto the heavens?
    A light of inspiration for others?
    Or are we just belying the truth?
    Look at everyone around us
    See in their eyes the ice blue of reflection
    And yet I cannot see where we are
    I see us in the middle ground of a painting
    The mountains loom
    Will we ever surpass them?
    Or are we too tired from teamwork
    Swimming
    Across a lake of green
    The lake of hard work
    A good relationship
    Time off together
    Time away with friends
    Shared interests and differing hobbies
    A deep satisfying beautiful azure-green lake of time well spent
    But I wonder
    Truly
    Is this not a lake of stored
    Unshed
    Tears?

Passing Through
    Too many faces
    Not enough names
    Too many places
    So many the same
    Too much freedom
    Not enough focus
    Too many dreams
    So many so hopeless
    My life on my back
    I carry my past with me
    Feeling overexposed
    But no one takes the time to see
    Take me down
    Take me in
    All you see is my sore feet

Musings
    Every time I see her
    She makes me smile before I see her eyes
    I cannot watch her dance without thinking of a thousand poetical words
    They run through my mind
    They pass too fast for my typing fingers
    But remain linger and last
    In ways I cannot explain
    Her grace astounds me
    Defying gravity
    Silver fish in a rainbow river
    She likes the
                Spaces
                        Between
                                     The
                                          Words
    As much as the language itself
    And this teaches me something new always
    Lessons gentle, salty and severe
    She speaks with an Elvish tongue
    That only the trees can hear
    I catch the whispering amongst the branches
    As they all talk about her in ages past
    They will continue to discuss her
    In lives yet realised
    I think she reflects a part of me
    Not yet discovered
    Like a sandcastle in the mind
    Fragile and grainy
    Not yet created
    Until the summer months
    But I like autumn
    I like the way she looks
    Like the leaves changing
    Red gold green honey
    She looks like the cold snappy refreshing days that brighten your cheeks
    Warm your heart and bring blood
    Rushing in response
    To the morning breeze
    I feel my blood sluggish now
    Speeding up
    Rushing
    Weaving
    Knitting together in my veins to re-create my soul
    I am always surprised how one person
    Can make such a difference without action, words or conscious inspiration
    This is just one of the ways she appears to me
    A muse

Undine
    Hold my hand
    Please walk along beside me
    I am a cardinal water spirit
    Fast flowing free
    Let me take you underground
    Into the caverns of the soul
    If you can stop the tide I will give you back
    Old opportunities you let go
    I am kiss-of-life giving
    I will second chance restore
    Just hold my hand
    And take a walk along my river

Uncertain
    I was shocked and disbelieving
    When you spoke to me
    It was not like you whispered
    Not like you crept into my bedroom at dawn and slowly roused me from sleep
    You laughed and danced and shouted and