THE BLIND WOMAN

THE BLIND WOMAN

She had wandered like a blind person, for many years,
The mud, the dust, the blood, all mixed with her tears
And the higher she climbed, the blacker it all became
She pleaded, Oh God, please, please, tell me my name.
Trish 2019

THE CHILL OF TIME

THE CHILL OF TIME

There is the slightest chill, in the night air
And my skin tingles, as I sit and do care
Over matters reported by powers that be
Of how things will come unbidden to me

How in the dead of stillest night, it comes
Catches me fast by the hair, as I try to run
In all directions, in a desperate bid for time
But my scattered wits betray, me, and mine.
Trish 2019

SLOWLY DID THE DOOR CLOSE

How did it open, why has it now slowly closed

And the people, who stood inside, who knows

Where they have scattered, or did some stay?

And accept dry words, of each, and every day.

Are plastic flowers still standing, stiff and tall

Like the proud unbending necks of one and all

Who close their eye’s, hearts, to loss and need

Oh, god help the soul who suffers for holy creed. 

Trish 2019

I carry my journey

within me, close to my heart
It will always remain with me, as from the start
It directed each step I took, each decision I made
And so shall it always be, until my very last day.
Trish 2019.

BREATHING INTO LIFE

Breath, oh breathe love into life,
Slowly awaken, from dark night
Open the eyes, of body and soul
Watch new, emerge from the old.
Trish 2019

GODLIEST GIRL EVER!

Oh! I am a good girl, I just look straight ahead
At night, I keep my eyes open, even, in my bed.
Days and nights pass by, my eyes are ever wide
I know exactly what to do, when to go and hide.
Trish 2019

‘Pollyanna’ Trish 2019

TURNING AWAY

In the future ahead, are the Gods awake?
And what’s now mine, shall no man  take?
As I close my fists, and hold ever so tight?
Am I safe at last in even the blackest night?
Trish 2019

Turning Away Trish 2019

GODS CHILD

All Gods bow, to the devoted child
Where there once were, bitter tears
Shall, now rest, peace, love, smiles
The bowed head raises  ever more
The gaze now, on a different  shore.
Trish 2019

GODS CHILD Trish 2019

WHY IS IT SO

What is it, that stops my word?
Just as  it is about to be heard?
Why does my breath fade away?
At the time I’ve so much to say?
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IT’S THAT TIME AGAIN

When the blossom is on the bow again
And the warm evening, invites soft rain
I recall perfume of your hair, your skin
And ask, where does beauty end? begin?
Trish 2019

THE TASTE

The bitter taste of one lost and alone
Is as if, given poison, in one’s home
It travels like a thief through all flesh
Nestles slyly, and lives there as a guest.
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‘THE TASTE’ Trish 2019

AT THE HEART OF IT

what is this dull thud, in my breast
And how can I explain, at my best
The grief, the loss of days of nights
As I strive to claim, all of my rights.
Trish 2019

‘PITT ST’ 2019 Trish