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Posted in drowning, life, paper boat, Poem, tagged child, dreams, ocean, poem, poetry, tale, thoughts, water on October 27, 2013| 1 Comment »
The small boy sat in the confines of his own little world with confusion all around him. In the space of twenty four hours he had travelled through the outmost reaches of his mind and back again, and now he had never been so unsure. Words had come and gone like the sun and moon, but instead of light and happiness, they offered just a bitter taste for those that would write and read them. Where once flowers bloomed in the soft sunlight, now only the withered leaves on crooked stalks remained with the beauty of what had been long gone, colours faded like a weathered tapestry hung out to air, but forgotten. As the intricate details had been painted on the canvas that was his life, so they had just as quickly washed away, one by one fading into oblivion, to not become even a distant memory. He fought back the tears that formed in his bright blue eyes that until now had seen so clearly. Instead, where there was once a sparkle like the stars that filled the night sky, there was only darkness.
He now walked a different road, devoid of what he had come to know, with the magic that he had woven so often before now no more than an illusion, and not even a good illusion at that. For all that he had done, he now felt that he had let others down tenfold and his punishment was to walk forever more in the shadow of his memories. If only he could take back all the words and just replace them with a clearer understanding of what had truly been. Even now time seemed to stand still and the future remained an unknown that he feared more than anything he had feared in his life, even more fearful than death that he had seen and chased away time and again. He stared into the deep blue sky with its many clouds forming shapes that he no longer understood, at the same time he wondered if he himself was any more or just an apparition of a wild, delusional mind.
‘If only I could take back all that had been cast out for the world to see, I would do it in a heartbeat, I would accept whatever punishment awaited me just to change all the bad to good,’ he thought. Time was not his friend now, but he wished that forgiveness was easier to come by than he had seen, where misunderstandings are understood and eyes would see so clearly. But could that ever possibly be? In the chilled wind that blew, he huddled in silence listening for the faintest sign of life, of hope. Birds sang sweetly, and their songs were carried on the stiff breeze like the heady perfume of the flowers that no longer lay like a carpet before him. He stood mesmerised by the thoughts that now flooded from his mind and like a child grasping in the mist at some figment of the imagination, he watched as it all slipped through his tiny fingers. He turned his back on all he had come to know and understand as he prepared to journey now into the unknown realms of obscurity, falling, spiralling out of self control into the cold dark sea.
He struggled to take a breath as he fought to keep himself afloat, whilst all around him others watched on without a worry or a care. ‘How can this be?’ he thought as he tried in vain to reach out for familiar hands that may rescue him, pull him from the stormy seas that he had now been swept into, but they were gone. “Why is it that only I understand?” He shouted, in a last desperate attempt to be heard. “Can no one see me here, does no one care?” He uttered, as his voice faded, before he took that one last breath, and was pulled into the water’s cold depths, lost, to never be seen again.
Some say that if you listen carefully, you can hear his cries in the songs of the whales and dolphins as they travel carefree across the oceans blue. Others say his form drifts with the tides like a tiny paper boat, waiting for the day that he may come home once more, forgiven for all that he had done wrong, and for the wrong doing of others that he had taken full responsibility for. Until then, the stars that filled the night sky would offer those that had known him a token gesture in his memory if they so chose, but then like a shooting star he could be forgotten in the blink of an eye.
Lost inside the mind of a child,
Where the dreams that formed now drift away,
Gone with the stormy winds that blow,
Never to be seen again.
A faded distant memory,
Of all the things that came to be,
Banished to the waters deep,
From eyes it hides no longer seen.
Stars that twinkle in the night,
Reflecting now on waters clear,
Where sails the fragile paper boat,
Words all written true and clear.
Rescue me for I am lost,
Guide me with the light of life,
Burning in a lantern strong,
In the darkness of the night.
Posted in childhood, children, comfort, Death, drowning, Friends, Friendship, Grown Ups, Growth, life balance, life lessons, Magic, Mortality, ocean, old age, Poem, Poetry, Reflection, Strength, time, tagged antoine de saint exupery, death, dreams, friend, friendship poem, grown up, ocean, past, poem, poetry, thoughts, water on April 8, 2013| Leave a Comment »
As age it wearies me and my mind wonders fair,
I look to find the last piece of me that the puzzle completes.
As I wander along on the path that is laid,
I look at the wonders which form before me,
Reaching here or there yet never to take hold.
Children play where once I had stood,
Singing words full of wonder of dreams I once held.
I stop in my tracks now surrounded by the memories,
Always looking back at what had been,
Wishing it could be once more.
Nothing lies before me now except the dark night,
Is this a blank canvas for me to paint or is it the end.
Like a paper boat that travels a stream,
Words written sailing out to sea for one last time under starry skies,
Blow strong winds to carry me to my destiny.
Posted in Butterflies, butterfly, childhood, children, drowning, Friends, Friendship, Friendship Tree, Growth, inner child, inspiration, life, life balance, life lessons, Magic, Mortality, new beginnings, ocean, Relationships, resilience, sadness, short story, Story, Strength, time, Tree, Uncategorized, tagged antoine de saint exupery, Book of Dreams, branches, butterflies, dragonflies, friendship, friendship tree, ladybugs, life, ocean, past, the friendship tree, water on February 14, 2013| Leave a Comment »
As she continued to sink into the coldness that had all consumed her, with her vision blurred and her heart slowly beating to a stop, she felt a warm familiar gentle touch upon her hand, then upon the other one. She had come to stop mid water and with what strained vision she had, she could just make out the outlines of two small figures. She felt herself being raised gradually through the water and the pressure around her subsided like a weight lifted off her. Then as the light broke through the waters surface streaming like tiny fingers taking hold, she could make out a flash of white that swayed in the water like delicate seaweed, and as she turned her head the most beautiful red glow was reflected in the beams of light that were now reaching deep below. A smile formed upon her near lifeless face as the realization of what was happening washed over her. When she reached the surface the fierce storm and the rough ocean that had engulfed her had gone, the water was so calm and so flat reflecting like a mirror her tired face, which looked now ahead to where before them the beach so familiar lay. She coughed and heaved with a deep groan as if expelling all the bad within and with that, her lungs released the water that had filled them so she could breathe once more. The white haired boy and the girl with the red cheeks floated along side her, holding tight so she would not slip beneath the waves again, smiling with the reassuring looks that she had longed to see once more.
The sky was clear and sea birds flew, skimming the surface of the water as they went about their business. Nearby, the surface of the water was broken as a dolphin came in close for a look, with its large round eye staring lovingly at the three friends that were now reflected in its vision. It moved alongside them and they held on as it towed them towards the shore. As they sat on the warm sand with its fine texture wrapping itself around their tiny feet and toes, she turned to her friends and with a quizzical look she enquired. “But how did you know I was in trouble, how did you find me?” He smiled and without hesitation he explained. “Thoughts and words. That is what we have, that is how we know. We have read your words and we knew that you were in trouble. We have been searching for you for a while but you have been moving all over the place.” She smiled, and then the girl with her cheeks blushed red added. “It is as though you are a part of our thoughts, so when you were drowning, that part of you which connects with us called out ever so loud and well, we were a bit slow, but you were never in any danger, we would never let what we have fade then disappear.
She had known friends before, but these two friends were more special than pink donuts with sprinkles on them and that was saying something. They had always lifted her and the words they wrote and spoke were like the air that she breathed. She had been gone for some time, or so she thought, but they had never left her. It had been a while now since they had been to there, but as they looked up the beach, they could see the Friendship Tree in the distance and it beckoned for them to come and play once more. Words had filled it, and would always be its strength. They were the reason it continued to grow, ever tall, ever wide, ever strong. It was a special place, it was magical and today once again it would feel the life within. With a smile, the three friends stood and walked hand in hand through the field with all its flowers and memories, with the ladybugs, butterflies and dragonflies all coming in close to have a look at them as they walked. Theirs was more than a unique friendship, it was what many longed for, but would never come to know or understand, and as they climbed the Tree, all they had been came flooding back and words began to flow once more into the ‘Book of Dreams’.
Posted in Death, drowning, life balance, Mortality, ocean, sadness, tagged death, drowning, ocean, overwhelmed on February 14, 2013| 1 Comment »
Angelica looked out across the disconnecting waves that rocked steadily beneath her, all flecks of hope fading in her quest to discern any outline of dry land. Utterly alone, she stared now into the darkening grey sky. No longer did the clouds form the fanciful shapes of elephants and ladybugs and breezy flags blowing from the tall masts of fluffy white floating pirate vessels. Now they simple menaced, threatening to storm, and on this small yellow dinghy, Angelica knew without any cloud of doubt that she was absolutely defenceless.