Category — POETRY – POEMS OF LOVE.

Under a lovers gaze stoic and stubborn

I fight for you,

in watchful waiting the power of my mind

spurs me on…

The tiredness of these determined efforts for you,

to strive is hard to do.

With strength needed as not to succumb

I walk on and on,

for there can never be amongst this pain

nothing left for you ?

Don’t ever think I do not clearly see

for if only my eyes could shut out all,

to mar, inflict distress, destroy the purity of,

impair, fatally ruin – All this !

Through my smiles, the anguish of my heart,

flows in time with this wretched beast

as it continues it’s wicked path.

Under my lovers gaze, I fight for you.

*“There is freedom within

    There is freedom without

   try to catch the deluge in a paper cup,

  there’s a battle ahead, many battles are lost”

*Extract from “Don’t Dream Is Over” by Crowded House  Written by Neil Finn 1987

Photo courtesy:  Matt Rutherford www.mattrutherford.com

© Susie Hemingway 2010

You watch your family well my love

with twinkling fervency of pride,

not much I’m sure escapes those beaming eyes

whose rays emit relentless joy.

The room is filled with noise and bustle

laughter amid the smell of pungent food delights

and scents of Capri Fig Frangipani

as candles burn long into the night.

Your efforts never go unnoticed not in my eyes,

burden of encumberment hampers movement,

such little comes now from tired voice but eyes embrace it all.

Just quietly watching… makes you the man so tall.

My heart suspends this time as softly plays

the husky subtle pleading of Lamontagne,

good French wine is poured amid the illuminated sounds

of laughter,

as  we count our blessings of these vibrant days, bathed in burnished sunlight of joyful laughter with you.

I glance across at your smiling face

just quietly watching…

All Rights Reserved @ April 2010

We waited the hours together,

us and the man with the white knitted hat,

pale and often slipping down in his chair he looked desperately ill.

His wife sat tiredly and patiently by his side.

He joined us once again sitting opposite, in the ‘chemo chairs’ the four of us waiting as if for a bus, but really to win further days.

The skilled nurse attached the Cannula to his oh so pale hand, difficult but finally achieved, he smiled a weary smile across at me.

The jaunty white hat seemed to perch on top his shiny pate

far too small and not really doing the job it was intended for.

My heart ached.

I smiled back, while my man was busy being attached to

the life giving elixir that would hopefully give them both extra time?

I offered up my usual prayer.

The man with the white knitted hat whose face was

waxy pale, glanced across at us.

His wife or carer I noticed had swollen ankles,

perhaps from the many hours spent caring and fighting ‘this beast’ that was trying to take her husband from her.

The vials appeared like a sunburst of golden treasures, “it seems  we are travelling the same journey” I said

“Yes, it’s a tough long battle isn’t it” said the man with the white knitted hat.

I turned my eyes to see the beautiful slim brown hands of my beloved, my Father’s ring adorning his  right hand resting on the heated pillow.

Then looking across at the pale transparent hands of our new friend I noticed,

that the first two fingers of his other hand, were tightly crossed.

How my heart ached….

All Rights Reserved @ 2010

Addendum:  I learnt that this nice gentleman passed away shortly after this poem was written. He was  indeed a fine Warrior!

Are you a jewel?

Priceless exquisite, cut of flawless clarity.

A glittering seven carat white diamond perhaps?

A gleaming diadem of chosen stones or a

desirable vibrant emerald, of richly sparkling hues.

No!

For you are shades of purple…

Purple like the dark rings that surround your eyes,

Purple like the feeling of these past weeks,

Purple coloured days that were draining, not pink.

Purple coloured nights that stretched forever,

as purple as the scarf I wore today, for I was sad.

Definitely purple but no amethyst are you

a solitaire yes, a single flawless gem.

A most valuable priceless jewel and extremely rare.

A Jewel to fight as you do,

Yes! A Purple Diamond,  that’s you….

Written with love by Susie Hemingway for all those who love.

“Shades of Purple – A Jewel Perhaps” is now to be published by United Press in their new book “Reflections”

All rights reserved @ 2010

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.

Photo courtesy: Janey Johnson Photos

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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.

All Rights Reserved @ 2010

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              Later this month my poems are to be published in a book called  “A Power Within” It is  pleasing  to see more than fifty of these poems of love, all together in this  beautiful book with it’s rich coloured cover-not I might add, the beautiful photo I leave here for your delight today-and 105 pages, which would look beautiful adorning any coffee table. I am thrilled with the result of the proof and with the superb layout done by Matt Rutherford of  www.mattrutherford.com  thank you Matt. More news on the release date will be here later this month.

~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