Sandra Carpenter
"Been scribbling since I could write but only recently felt brave enough to join others at our local library. Its great discovering that it doesn't matter if anyone ever reads my stuff."
"Sometimes the words seem to have a life of their own & demand to get written, jostling to be the first to be let out. Other days they’re like obstinate children refusing to come out to play, spiting themselves because the would feel so much better if they just allowed themselves to have fun!"
"Been scribbling since I could write but only recently felt brave enough to join others at our local library. Its great discovering that it doesn't matter if anyone ever reads my stuff."
"Sometimes the words seem to have a life of their own & demand to get written, jostling to be the first to be let out. Other days they’re like obstinate children refusing to come out to play, spiting themselves because the would feel so much better if they just allowed themselves to have fun!"
So Why’s This Here?
This is not for you It’s just for me Things I feel Things I see. Fleeting moments Passing thoughts Random nonsense Liquorice Allsorts. Passions, fears Spontaneous or thoughtful Ideas, memories Good, bad and awful. No need to rhyme Or have a pattern Although this seems To magically happen. It’s OK to waffle on You see This is not for you It’s just for me. Autumn
Like a winsome woodland sprite You dance with breath-taking grace Toes the dappled sunlight trace Paradise heartfelt light Cloudbursts of colour clash, dissonant Against cloudless vibrant blues Languishing sunshine hues Childhood thoughts now so persistent How you twirl and whirl As if you have spiralled down From a great statue’s glorious crown Alighting silently before you unfurl Relentless reds, russets, yellows Blend into a euphoric orange haze Morning mountains, once ablaze Evening mist subdues and mellows You let the caress of cooling air Of goodness, coming harmony of light Infuse your moves with primordial insight As you dance on, escaping all care. |
Long Distance Love
Flattered at first By an invitation to chat, Your loneliness moved me, I could relate to that. Eloquent and professional, Your story rang true, But my reaction was cynical: This was out of the blue. So I checked out your profile, Clearly you had viewed mine. Seemed we had much in common, Perhaps "just friends" Would be fine. I gave you the benefit, What harm could be done? With your great S.O.H. Might even have some fun. Dedicated to your research Since the death of your wife, Finally you were ready To move on with your life. When asked for my photo I said "much too soon". Apparently I'd become Your sun and your moon. We talked about trust, You sent pictures of flowers. So glad you'd found me You dreamed of me for hours. Next came the link To a romantic pop song Called "Long Distance Love". We should "keep our faith strong". You went into such detail About what made you tick: How world poverty and greed Made your gentle heart sick. For a little while longer Optimism held sway Until I was more certain Of how this might play. The right questions were asked. Could you become a true friend? My scepticism warned me Where this could all end. I don't need to explain Why I ended it Honey, I blocked you the second That you mentioned my money. |
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