Alone upon her path

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The fragile heart it shatters
Shards fly all around
The blood, the very life force
Seeps away without a sound

The smile it never falters
She will allow no one to see
The pain that she endures
Gut wrenching agony

Her love will never die
For it is of the purest form
Like a marionette she go on
She must, she must perform

Life now is unbearable
So empty, cold and bleak
At the thought of never hearing
His gentle voice again speak

She hears so many echoes
Her body tremors at his touch
Then from her dreams she wakes
As he fades away like dust

Pain can only be erased
By his tender embrace
To be held there in his arms
Together life’s challenges face

Yes, home is where the heart is
Though she knows not where that is
For he took her heart with him
And it will always be his

The shell of who she was
Walks alone upon the path
No one to even notice
That her world is cold and stark

She cares not for possessions
Nor for money or prestige
Material items unimportant
For she too has none to give

All she has ever wanted
Is the man who owns her heart
To be forever his special lady
For them never to be apart.

Trish Johnston ©7th May 2019

The Inner Child

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I've caught glimpses lately
of that little girl inside
the one that's always been there
though she chose to hide

I see you little one
I feel you come to life
Like a butterfly unfold
Leave your cocoon behind

Fly high, be brave, little one
Rise up out of the dark
Your light is welcome here
A brightly glowing spark

It's time now, little one
Your purpose now I see
To bring peace and love and laughter
To all, including me

Stay with me, little one
Stand tall for all to see
We've a lot of catching up to do
My Inner Child and Me.

Trish Wright 4 June 2022

Tread upon me lightly…

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I am the countryside
Upon which your feet tread
I am happy to share with you
To provide and keep you fed

All I ask from you is simple
In return I need respect
For I am not infinite
I can’t thrive on your neglect

I am that gentle stream
From which you stop to drink
I bathe you and I cleanse you
The one you gaze upon to think

I am that stately tree
With so many rings of life
The one which you can lean on
When all else turns to strife

I am the gardens, the flowers
Which bring beauty in your direction
Though I struggle to survive
Without tender care and affection

Tread upon me lightly
Leave only love behind
This countryside will blossom
And many more treasures you will find.

Trish Wright © 26th June 2011

I know not what tomorrow brings

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I wonder how many will use this time of world pandemonium to reassess their lives, their values, their views. I know that is certainly has given me the opportunity to see things I may or may not wish to see, in some cases it has forced upon me vision of things happening around me that I hope I am never a party to.  In other cases, it has had me doing things that make my heart sing.  It shows me politicians asking us to put our trust in them (??) to lead us through these times of trouble. It shows me people behaving in the most abhorrent ways, it shows me people being so loving and kind, as everyday people face an extraordinary situation it certainly reveals a lot about their character, their ability to cope, their ability to stand strong in their own truth.

I have chosen, rather naively, to refrain from watching much mainstream media reporting.  I wonder at the value of the fear-mongering, the sensationalism that is plastered across our television screens minute by minute, hour by hour, day by day.  Here’s a thought… how about news reporters do just that! Report the news in a calm and factual manner without the overuse of dialogue that is used specifically to promote reaction. Providers of news have a very influential and responsible role in society as unfortunately there are those out there who believe everything they hear or see from these ‘trusted’ sources.

Do yourself a huge favour during this time.  Go outside, enjoy the warmth of the sun on your skin. Soak up the fresh air.  Listen to music, all kinds.  Read a book, write, draw, paint, sew – use this time as wisely and creatively as possible. You may surprise yourself with what you discover, about yourself, the world, your loved ones, and total strangers.

Are you a sheep? Don’t get me wrong, I love sheep, however, I do not choose to be one.  For me, and I have no doubt many others also, it is a time of deep contemplation and also a time of rejuvenation and growth.   A time to reassess, refocus and work towards becoming the very best that I can be at this moment in time – for I know not what tomorrow brings so it is important I am the best version of me at all times and in doing so I am at peace.

I wish you love, I wish you joy and peaceful journeys

Trish

World Gone Mad

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It’s become apparent recently
That the whole damn world’s gone mad
It’s seems they’ve lost the values
That our forefathers had

Since when has it been accepted
To be selfish and uncaring
Since when did we hoard essentials
Instead of freely sharing

In days gone by we cared for others
Gave freely when we were able
Showed kindness to those less fortunate
Inviting them to our table

We smiled at one another
As we passed in the street
Exchanged a friendly greeting
With all those we would meet

There was a feeling of community
Where everyone came together
In the good times and the bad
We looked out for one another

Now sadly it seems to be
That number one is most important
With little thought for others
Or their personal torment

Yes, the whole damn world’s gone crazy
And I pray with all my heart
That I too don’t become a victim
Before this world I depart.

Trish Johnston ©14 March 2020

Revelling in Life’s Colours

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I love to close my eyes
Allow my mind to drift away
To a place where life is wonderful
Where I’d love to stay

A hidden place where I see
A flowing canvas of my soul
Where the colours of my life
From an artist’s brush unfold

A stunning blazing sunset
Spreading out across the lake
Its warmth lingering long after
Like a spell that wouldn’t break

The emerald green of pastures
After the blessed rains
Or the dusty dirty taupe and brown
Depict another drought again

The pure white of a baby lamb
Suckling its mother’s teat
Before bouncing off to romp
On its four tiny feet

The silver of the morning frosts
Crunching beneath my feet
The crispness of the winter air
A stimulating treat

The azure blue of water
Or a beautiful clear sky
Or dappled clouds drifting
A gentle breeze passing by

The richness of the soil
Bold and beautiful I smell
With wide bold strokes
The artist captures it so well

Endless indigo night skies
A crescent moon aglow
Millions of sparkling stars
With me down here below

I love to close my eyes
And see the colours flow
Right into my heart
Where I forever hold them close.

Trish Johnston © 10 March 2020

Smiling on the inside

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Do you smile on the inside
Though you don’t show a sign
Is there a twinkle in your eyes
Near impossible to disguise

When something gives you pleasure
Do you hold it close inside
Savouring and protecting it
Within your heart and mind

Some have no real need
Nor any strong desire
To shout from the rooftops
What goes on in their life

Some absorb the pleasure
Into each and every cell
Reveling in the feeling
Though others can’t really tell

You may hear it in their laughter
In the lightness of their tread
In the radiance of their aura
Rather than in what is said

When you smile inside
so very few people see
There is so much more to you
Than they perceive to be.

Trish Johnston © 28 February 2020

Indigo Skies and Butterflies…

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As every night has it’s dawning
And every tide has its ebb
Our lives may sometimes be in mourning
Other times golden pathways ahead

As Mother Natures flower unfolds
To greet a whole new life
Hands offered we can hold
Walking forward strong and bright

Release the pain and suffering
Float it on the breeze
Take what life is offering
Leave the past behind you please

Rainbows reach across the sky
Offering a pure and radiant path
Its time to open up your eyes
Pursue the dreams within your heart

Angels guide you on your way
Beautiful butterflies by your side
They say it’s time to laugh and play
Come out from where you hide

With so many watching over you
You cannot go wrong
The time has come you’ve paid your dues
Lift your sweet voice in song

Rejoice in the wonderful music of life
Let the rhythm carry you high
On a magic carpet of pure delight
No longer your pleasure deny

As every day has its dusk
Every star its indigo sky
The time has come for you to trust
What is in your heart you can’t deny.

Trish Johnston 3rd February 2011

Precious Little Angel

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We’ll never hear your laughter
Never see you smile
Never give you cuddles
as your tears we dry

We’ll not see you stumble
as you first begin to walk
or hear the sweetness of your chatter
as you begin to talk

We’ll not see you struggle
to learn to tie your laces
We’ll not laugh delighted
at all your different little faces

You’ll not go to day care
or to kindy or school
You’ll not earn a gold star
or sit on the ‘naughty’ stool

You’ll not grow into the beauty
we all knew that you’d become
You’ll not have a broken heart
because you’ve lost someone

But we will always love you
from the bottom of our hearts
We’ll not ever forget you
though we’re far apart

We’ll not ever see a sunflower
without knowing you’re around
We’ll feel your gentle presence
though you’ll not make a sound

You gave sunrise a special meaning
Now you’re forever free
Heaven has a precious new angel
Sweet little Lana Marie

Trish Johnston 02/02/2020