One day

April 25, 2015 ~ hiraethphoenix

One day when we are
Older,
Have more money,
More time,
We will live close to the sea.
We will collect seashells, surf,
Build sandcastles, make wind chimes
Learn to let life be.
Right now it is not an option,
We are just surviving, getting by.
We have to be responsible, logical,
Don’t you see?
One day death arrives unexpected,
Uninvited to intrude,
It wakes us up,
Jolts us,
And we realise:
This, now, is all we have.
So we buy a house
Close to the sea,
Collect seashells, surf,
Build sandcastles,
Make wind chimes
And finally
Learn to breathe.

Copyright Hiraeth 2015
PAD Challenge Day 22:
For today’s prompt, write a nature poem. For many poets, the first thing that may pop to mind includes birds, trees, waterfalls, rivers, and such. But there’s also human nature, nature vs. nurture, and other things natural, including natural selection and being a “natural” at something. Let your nature take it where it will today.

Day 10

April 19, 2015 ~ hiraethphoenix

I don’t know how
to write today,
with little feeling,
nothing to say.
Words not growing in intent,
I am empty, poured out,
spent;
and my soul, quiet
and at peace.
Ten days of writing,
absolute, pure
release.

Copyright Hiraeth 2015
PAD Challenge 2015 Day 10:
For today’s prompt, take the phrase “How (blank),” replace the blank with a word or phrase, make the new phrase the title of your poem, and then, write your poem. Possible titles include: “How to Write a Poem,” “How Mechanical Pencils Work,” and “Howling at the Moon After Midnight in the Middle of a Thunderstorm.”

I wish we could talk

May 1, 2014May 1, 2014 ~ hiraethphoenix ~ Leave a comment

I wish we could talk
You and I
Like we used to
Without fear or judgement
Or regret
About the small things
The little things we have
Discovered in our journey
The silver lining found
Along the path
And then for a while
We could talk about
The big things,
The things we have struggled
With, the disappointments,
The disillusionment of what is
Out there
The loss encountered
Along the way
And finally we might
Shake hands and part
And agree that our journey
Was sacred
It was worthwhile
And will always be magical.