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Discordance – dVerse Open Link Week 116

freyathewriter 29 Comments

Here’s my latest entry into the dVerse Open Link – why not take a look at everyone else’s wonderful responses?

This piece is about the wrong time, the wrong place, about how, in a typically English fashion, we sometimes hide behind our walls, offer up excuses for fear of being hurt, or revealing our true selves.

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– Discordance –

If I was in another place
inside my head, if there was space
and I could clear away the noise
that leaves me raw and turns me cold –

If I was in another place,
and could connect, smile at your face
that holds those eyes of perfect poise
I would smile and risk my soul –

If I was in another place
where I could turn back and retrace
the path that left an empty shell
I would reach out, take your hand –

But I am in this darkened place
which won’t allow a moment’s grace,
to open up my heart and tell
you my life story, understand

that this is not my chosen place,
our cards are mismatched in this case
please walk on by, return again
for now just let me be your friend

Warning Unheeded – dVerse Poetics

freyathewriter 26 Comments

I’m getting into this dVerse thing, big time! Thank you to everyone there for the warm welcome 🙂

So, here’s my submission to the dVerse Poetics prompt – this week, we are asked to write something inspired by a time-worn phrase or saying, whether it is something from the TV, the radio, a song, an old catchphrase that we or friends, family or colleagues use – inspiration can be found anywhere.

This week, the phrase ‘be careful what you wish for’ has been floating around in my head. I could probably explain why, but perhaps that’s not relevant.

Anyway, I hope you enjoy my piece below – please do visit the linky link thing to read many more!

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– Warning Unheeded –

‘Be careful, be careful’

the old woman said,

my youth it knew better

and I shook my head.

 

‘You’re old and you’re feeble’

I stated with scorn,

and tossed barbed-wire glances –

her face fell, forlorn.

 

I wanted the top job,

accolades in all spheres,

‘All hail the big chief’

to ring in my ears.

 

I did achieve fame,

yes, fortune was mine,

but something was missing

no love to entwine

 

in the twists and the turns

of my life, well-endowed

no face to light up

for my own, in a crowd.

 

Be careful, be careful

I’m an old woman now,

in my youth I was wrong –

it’s too late for me now.

 

The Roads We Travel

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Copyright - Freya

Copyright – Freya

The writer’s brain is full of twists and turns, cul de sacs and U-turns. There might be hills and valleys, cliff (hangers), detours, forks in the road and missing signposts. Frustration, emptiness, despair and angst are part and parcel of the journey we take.

Would we trade in the tears and tantrums for a less challenging way of life?

No.

Well, I wouldn’t, anyway.

Because the high, when it all comes together, is indescribable.

What do you think?