A guarded part

There is always a part, just
To the left, above the ventricle
That leads to the heart,
Where inspirations flows, dreams
Take form, where memories dance
And longing grows;
Where darkness tempts to dwell,
Come to drink, my love, here,
Here is my wishing well.
Yes, there is that part, just
To the left, above the ventricle
That leads to the heart,
And I guard it, it will not be revealed,
A consequence of you:
The door is dead bolt sealed.

Copyright Hiraeth 2015
PAD Challenge 2015 Day 1:
For today’s prompt, write a resistance poem. There are many forms of resistance, including militant resistance, resistance to new ideas, the resistance in exercise, and maybe even a little resistance to starting a new project. I hope you don’t resist the urge to write a poem today.)

Hiraeth Phoenix – the novel free on Amazon for two days

Dear readers, as a token of appreciation for your support, my debut novel “Hiraeth Phoenix” is now available for free on Amazon for the next two days. Most of the writing featured here on this blog was part of the process of developing the book. Please support my work by leaving a review on Amazon and inviting your friends to read the novel and like my page.

Paulo Coelho & clues

“You live in an emotional world I can never begin to understand. I packed up an entire box of your inspirational quotations when I moved. They were stuck on the fridge, in the bathroom. I still have them and once in my drunkenness read each one aloud. I read every Paulo Coelho novel after you left, looking for clues, clues to understand what you were looking for, what we had missed.”
Excerpt From: Hiraeth, “Hiraeth Phoenix” the novel.

Different languages (and no translation)

“I love you and maybe I didn’t say it or show it the way you wanted. I’ll give you that. But at least I never lied to you, pretended to be something I am not. I couldn’t bring myself to fake it, to buy flowers and write cards on cue. I tried to show you in other ways, bringing you a cup of Earl Grey tea when you were studying and cooking on nights you were tired.”

Excerpt From: Hiraeth. “Hiraeth Phoenix.” 

Temptation

“He was far more handsome in person. His blue eyes carved into my soul and his strong physique left me wanting to melt into him. His ragged hands were animated as he spoke about himself and the way he casually lit a cigarette while quoting Paulo Coelho left me liquid. We walked on the beach for miles on end, just talking, just being. He took some photos of me walking in the water, carefree with the sunset grinning in the sky. Soul photos. He said I was beautiful and for that short time together, I believed it.”

Excerpt From: Hiraeth. “Hiraeth Phoenix.”