Thank You, Mum

A day, almost certainly, doesn’t cut it.

Mother’s day has long been associated with cards, flowers, and the general giving of gifts to a maternal figure, but it is about so much more than that. It is a celebration of a lifetime devoted to a child, a celebration of unconditional love, and a celebration of the influence of mothers in society.

I’m lucky to have a mum like mine — a great woman who I can thank for so many things. She has instilled in me a love of reading and writing that has become central to who I am; supported me through my every endeavour; and because she believes in me, I can believe in myself.

I can write all the poems, all the stories, and the speeches in the world, but it’ll be a drop in the ocean of all the things my mum has done for me.

Happy Mother’s Day, Mum. Here is a poem dedicated to you.


 

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The Writer’s Curse

Leaving my world of undreamed subtleties,
I am left trying to authenticate
My life. Sometimes in my dreams gentle breeze
Flutters across my nightmares and abates
My
suffering.

There is a tepid dissipation then,
A dissipation of dreams I wanted
to be true. Thrust into the daily ken.
I pick up my pen again and bleed a
Verse,
Quietly.

In the corner of my room it’s just dark
Enough, lit by the footlights of my soul
And not by the floodlights of those who judge.
Putting words to paper is a blessing.
a blessed experience.

And I am cursed

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Colour Gone – A Villanelle Draft

Ushering in a darker day,
Coral skies twist slow away from
Whispering white to sombre grey.

The gentle, passing time is flayed
From bones of those who did succumb.
Ushering in a darker day.

Blue pastel skies will fade away
And in their place silence will come
Whispering white to sombre grey.

Still by the light of fading fey
Poor believers flock, pray and hum.
Ushering in a darker day.

And no longer will artists stray-
-With colours, creative hearts glum
Whispering white to sombre grey.

Bare boned fingers struggle to pray,
All that is good, will bad become.
Ushering in a darker day.
Whispering white to sombre grey.

Thanks for reading, this is my first draft for the first Villanelle I am writing. When it’s done I doubt it will look or sound anything like this, but it was a nice experiment.