Our Love Now

I said,
observe how the wound heals in time,
how the skin slowly knits
and once more becomes whole
The cut will mend, and such
is our relationship.

She said,
Although the wound heals
and appears cured, it is not the same.
There is always a scar,
a permanent reminder.
Such is our love now.

I said,
observe the scab of the scald,
the red burnt flesh is ugly,
but it can be hidden.
In time it will disappear,
Such is our love, such is our love.

She said,
Although the burn will no longer sting
and we’ll almost forget that it’s there
the skin remains bleached
and a numbness prevails.
Such is our love now.

I said,
remember how when you cut your hair,
you feel different, and somehow incomplete.
But the hair grows – before long
it is always the same.
Our beauty together is such.

She said,
After you’ve cut your hair,
it grows again slowly. During that time
changes must occur,
the style will be different.
Such is our love now.

I said,
listen to how the raging storm
damages the trees outside.
The storm is frightening
but it will soon be gone.
People will forget it ever existed.
The breach in us can be mended.

She said,
Although the storm is temporary
and soon passes,
it leaves damage in its wake
which can never be repaired.
The tree is forever dead.
Such is our love.
~Martyn Lowery

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The Cherry Orchard

“With her narrow outlook she can’t understand that we’re above love. To rid ourselves of the pettiness and the illusions which stop us being free and happy, that’s the whole meaning and purpose of our lives.”
~Trofimov, The Cherry Orchard, by Anton Chekhov.

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Sonnet 116

Let me not to the marriage of true minds
Admit impediments; love is not love
Which alters when it alteration finds,
Or bends with the remover to remove.

O no it is an ever-fixed mark,
That looks on tempests and is never shaken;
It is the star to every wand’ring bark,
Whose worth’s unknown, although his height be taken.

Love’s not Time’s fool, though rosy lips and cheeks
Within his bending sickle’s compass come;
Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,
But bears it out even to the edge of doom.

If this be error and upon me proved,
I never writ, nor no man ever loved.

William Shakespeare

He just knew didn’t he?!!!! xOx

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A short poem

“I wrote your name in the sand
but the waves washed it away.

Then I wrote it in the sky
but the wind blew it away.

So I wrote it in my heart
and that’s where it will stay.”

Author unknown. August 2012.

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Picture Frame

A picture frame.
Shine a light.
A picture; two people.

Look closely,
Smiles that reach each eye.
A future;

Look closer,
The light has gone.

Look closer,
A reflection;
Just one.

Written by hanandherattitude, July 2012.

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Home….A Poem

Home is ‘where the heart is’
Home’s where I belong
Home is just for you and me
Home is where you are

I could travel north or south
Or east or west that’s sure
But always where my heart will lead
Is home as there you are

I don’t see home as bricks
Or cement, or stone, or water
Home is a foundation;
The love that keeps us together

Home is ‘where the heart is’
Home’s where I belong
Home is just for you and me
Home is where you are.

Written by hanandherattitude October 2011

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Two poems from the heart

“Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind, and therefore is winged Cupid painted blind”.
William Shakespeare, A Midsummer Nights Dream.

A heart’s plea.

A heart deprived
a soul detached
forever waiting and
never matched.

Often intertwining
in passion-less flings
never leading to love
nor exchanging rings.

One simple wish
to be loved in return
never having to change
not having to earn.

To be wanted and needed
and respected with joy
to eventually find
the one, her boy.

He.is.there. Her hope, her love
the one she dreamed of sent from above.
A heart once broken, a soul once lost
a compatible union softly melting the frost.

A proposal occurred
a few years down the line
a future for both
an investment of time.

A vows committment
is a heart’s final plea
to rescue its soul
joining in matrimony.

The marriage begins.

The binding of rings
entices forever
igniting a passion
securing two hearts.

Yet love will be lost
One year from now
as a marriage sets in
two people depart.

For forever to last
a committment to keep
with your mind not your eyes
seek what lies beneath.

Written by hanandherattitude May 2012

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Syndrome….A poem

It, was, time.

As heavy as the darkest, coldest of nights; nights
where beasts join together in a sinister matrimony,
she hung her head in deepest shame.

She pleads for forgiveness as
Her scars slice deeper into her pulmonary artery.
Just as the cancerous syndrome inconspicuously stripped
her dearest friend from the life she was embracing.

She stood in a piercing mourn, praying for
the life to be sucked from her own body and
passed into the shattered corpse that lay before her.

It,was, too, late.

Fire, as inconvenient as a thief in the night,
devoured the coffin in an instant.
The dishonourable release of an untamed stench
disentangled the once warm and sincere feelings she
had for her friend.

She knew that beasts were aroused by the foul odour;
below they waited to consume the bitterly pungent adolescent.
It, was, done.

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Breaking free….A poem

Removed my eyes as you passed
through the clearest of days;
vision is lost, found crumbled beneath me.

Waters chew, swallow but never release
me back into the surface of my being.
Forever is lost.

Once a child, never an adult.
Always an adolescent stuck
with an under developed soul
raging at the present,
caring less about the unknown.

The one that brought
me to life
that spat fire into my shrivelled cells,
bringing my being into the kindest
of days;
making my vision as clear as the
waters that buried me.

Forever cannot lost.

Written by hanandherattitude April 2012

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Fiction not fact but I want the latter…A poem

Time is patient, time is the key
But time so often suffocates me
Time is a healer, this part is true
But I wish, how I wish, that we could meet you.

I know it’s not about ‘you’ or ‘me’
But ‘us’ I must consider
All of my actions will guarantee
That our future brings ‘us’ all together.

Time is precious, time we can see
Time shows you as ‘our’ destiny
Time can be for granted, this I know well
But I promise that in time, to you I will tell.

Patient I will try, I will try to be
But I cannot promise to surrender
Until you are here and ‘us’ becomes ‘we’
I will continue to dream of you forever!

“And when i see you
I really see you upside down
But my brain knows better
It picks you up and turns you around
Turns you around, turns you around”

Lyrics by Death Cab For Cutie – A Lack of Color~
Poem written by hanandherattitude – March 2012


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