Category — Poetry

Late winter months as news imparts

the gravity of this new start

dear God as we  begin this fight

in restless days and feverish nights,

as poison flows through damaged veins

please not let this be in vain…

Smaller smiles through struggling days

of waiting for the nausea waves,

understanding strange regimes

jab jab as harsh it always seems,

as draw for tests to go ahead

when all he wants is his fresh clean bed.

Perpetual hours that make me sigh

impatience that since  child has always been

and now this purgatory of hopeful scene,

as tedious the walks I make

through lengthy corridors and doors of pain,

please Lord! let there be a gain.

How good the compassionate nurses who

bring solace to my broken warrior,

a smile or a tender word all make a difference,

I notice a gentle hand on his shoulder,

in their relentless comforting care.

I also notice many sitting there,

with their dreams of better days…

My mind whirls as the precious cylindrical vial arrives with pomp and ceremony,

to scientists far away who have tried to bring

with knowledge gained, further days.

It is received with hope and joy

but will it work to overcome?

for this Man who waits expectantly with those oh! so trusting eyes.

A Poem about Chemotherapy  February 2010– all rights reserved

Love is a perfect note; love is a certain smile, or a gentle touch.

It is the dripping juiciness of ripe mangos on a parched tongue

or the smoothness of rippling silk as it touches your skin,

or perhaps the sweetest strawberry dipped in liquid chocolate?

Love could be the aroma of double espresso just before it reaches your lips,

or is it the woody smell of a newly lit fire?

All is love…

Love is also the stormy greys of long worried nights,

love is restless broken sleep that drains energy from your soul

love is eyes heavy from sadness,

But love is also the ashen face that looks at you when days are bad and you are brave.

Love is you, starting the fight once more as realisation arrives in your eyes.

Love is also the beautiful eyes of family members whose tender glances record their own story.

Love is the strong arms that support and guide your way.

Love is the dearest child who stokes your hair with such beautiful little hands.

Love is our private moments that make difficult days better,

love is that look across the room that says it all.

Love is all these things…

And all these things are love,

and you.

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Crisp sparkling crunchy views across this linen land

trees bow beneath the  snow laden branches

hungry birds swing and pull at fat-filled gifts that hang from frozen lines, quiet is this life, quiet is this world.

Such beauty in the stranger shapes of intrinsic white on grey as silence falls and covers sadness like a soft downy wrap, comforting like the arms of angels protecting those we love.

This winter harsh and cruel will not change much for us

it is a time to be together, a time for closeness and of warmth, a time to renew strength to start with vigour our battle.

As crystals melt their prisms, the brushstrokes change

the white that enhances the beauty of this land.

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Fifty Poems of Love by Susie Hemingway.

Christmas time for you and me

tis’ very different I’m sure you’ll see

the favourites that please you and me

complete this yuletide picture…

Christmas bright with candlelight

good friends to share with you,

log fires that crackle, and ban the cold

toes warm as toast on rugs of old,

scented smell of cinnamon and

warm mulled wine to sip,

when carols sung of partridges, turtle doves,

winter crystals fall as snowflakes

from heaven above, to settle

on gleeful warm faces, catching

their lashes as they quicken their paces

to peep in pretty windows dressed ready to share,

a few of these favourite things.

Jenny’s warm crisp mince pies

adds a sparkle to your eyes,

quince jelly and all those yummy things

brandy butter and children’s grins,

at snap of pretty crackers, mottos

laughing faces and silly chatter,

sweet smell of oranges, chestnuts too

Oh! to share them all with you.

Coloured garish paper hats, that special robin

that came and sat

near mistletoe for that special kiss,

we hang in bunches not to miss

the wonder of the child’s eyes

as underneath the tree is spied

coloured papered box entice,

if you’ve been good, if you’ve been nice?

Family, friends, laughter, fun..

“Merry Christmas” special ones.

Christmas time no different you see

Just as long as you’re here with me.

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~Sunset Photo courtesy of Colin Brown – All Rights Reserved~

Silver shimmering crest of light

that shines and glistens on special nights

but only seen by those who love,

for those who notice this moon above

fluorescing glow of softest light

that shines on waves in rolling flight,

this secret candescent light that holds

a special place in lover’s souls,

when the flotsam of life is tearing at you

lift your head and see this view.

When life’s foreboding ways do seek

to sometime knock you off your feet

take your dreams and shake them loose

never stumble for you will see

this shining luminosity of moonlight free,

for on these magic nights of love

that glow for lovers from above

especially for those entwined souls

for secrets between them never told

tilt your head to gaze above

to see this gemlike moon of love…

This poem is dedicated to Sally and Maurice. October 2009

Copyright @ Susie Hemingway 2009

Photo courtesy of Sally Leeves

I carry thee like the heavy rain drenched leaves cover the precious plants

I carry thee like the mother with soft-fleshed babe in arms

I carry thee on heavy days, when limbs are tired but heart is willing

I carry thee.

I think for you on difficult days when drug filled mind is fuddled and quiet

I think ahead for you with heavy heart filled with anxious thoughts of decisions that must be made

I think of you when struggles to move are hard and bones make creaks and eyes are dulled

I think of you.

I watch for you, I listen to your breathing, when night has fallen and stillness comes

I watch for you with hope you never stumble or fall

I watch for you to make that kiss you love, entirely right at night

I watch for you.

I dream for you that days will pass pain free and  be filled with God’s blessings

I dream for you when watching  Autumn leaves fall as trees again show their tangled limbs.

I dream for you that you will see the Summer sun, rise across the pastures green once more

I carry thee….

@ Copyright 2009

Do you remember long ago

you found that magic place,

where lilies filled most every room

and beds were dressed in lace

the men in polished uniforms

took bags and opened doors,

and the crystal of the chandelier’s

twinkled straight on marble floors.

The majesty and splendour of

this, your special place,

was clear as sparkling water

that ran from fountain space.

You sat me by the sea-view

in a chair of plushest silk

the lady with the clear sweet voice

the harp, it’s gentle lilt,

you said my hair was "pretty"

and my dress was "just divine"

and then they brought us pink delights

and goblets full of wine.

The scent from all the lilies

that filled most every room,

could that be what was turning

my heart, amid the blooms,

perhaps it was the dark red wine

perhaps it was your face,

perhaps those gilded bronzes,

I remembered in that place

We walked on Turkish carpets

in rooms of ormolu,

along the ‘china’ terrace

admiring stunning views,

we walked along the waters edge

leaving sandals on the stairs,

still that beguiling smell of lilies,

I wondered where, from here

and as you turned and smiled

coming, face to face……

where lilies filled most every room,

and beds were dressed in lace.

@ Copyright 2006

Brilliant Sunset sinking fast

of pumpkin corals and scarlet reds,

slowly first, as watchful eyes

dream and melt in paradise.

We turn to stare at coloured sky

and watch graceful bird swooping by,

we listen to the palm trees sway

as sun kissed bodies feel close of day,

evening warmth on cooling skin

pleasures seem to merge within.

Sinking slowly, small cirrus streaks

enhance this beauty we love to seek.

Vermilion ambers, Magenta hues

spectacular colours for me and you,

gentle sounds of ebbing waves

this rhythm and flow of life and days…

Why we seek this twilight sky?

this energy that makes us sigh,

that makes our shoulders rest this way

that always takes our stress away.

This colour of power, this colour of

might, this reason to live, this reason

to fight,

this Sunset watched with only you

delicious memories come into view.

With many thanks to Sandy Banks *

http://www.retiredforgood.blogspot.com for allowing me to use these very beautiful  photos and for dedicating the top rather special  Sunset  Photo to us both.*     

Sandy said… Your poem prompted me to gift those precious moments as the sun slips down behind the mountain and sea – caught, but not stopped – to you and your beloved… I love your words that bring the essence of a season or a moment into very sharp focus. Thank you again….

All Rights Reserved@ October 2009