Tuesday 10 January 2017

IN PROGRESS

IN PROGRESS
Epilogue as a beginning

My life, a series of events,
some good and some bad
 I have difficulty
distinguishing the difference in my memory

Bad Silence
The good moments made the bad silences, loud noises,  tolerable
Habitually bad silences, loud noises, dominate,
dipping the good,
piling them in a corner of unimportance,
I forget them.  
Can I help, Can I be helped.

I am always there for me
I manage, I believe
What I know to be right
Am I right I am Right
My echoes can go now
moments to adjust

Mad Silence
Together,
with those who listened,
I may have won
alone with monsters, echoed voices, bad silences, loud noises
I did not do so well
 I am always there near me
I don’t speak
Why don’t I say what I know
I believe it may hurt too much

Sad Silence
bad silences, loud noises
Let them take one last bow
Breaking in that which is hidden, 
piled in a corner, corners
I will not, cannot not forget the journey, not one day
But I always remembered I was always there near me
bad silences, loud noises

Sometimes it is so clear that you cannot help,
I cannot help, bad silences, loud noises
sad silence, quiet noise,  
You will leave, everyone leaves, loud silence,
I will be alone sad silence, loud noise,
empty heart and hope, failing or gone

Wordless
It’s hard to see them go when I don’t know how to say goodbye 
Tell me, If I ever loved me
Say it, say it like you never want them to come back
I am always there near me
Say it ....

empty heart and hope,
Is there hope,
there is hope, always?

People, complex, blazing in harmony with colours.
vibrant, yawning and churning colours flat and bursting  in a moment.
A beautiful world
Can I get people to see what I see, saw

Some listened others did not
Monsters do not, 
bad silences, 
loud noises, 
echoes 

T Ryan, January 2017

Steph Clark

There are places death does not belong,
There are generations death does not belong to.
When it does arrive, unwanted, unexpected, it takes one of our own,
One of our invincibles and we can do nothing.
We do not know how to feel, about our unwarranted caller
We have difficulty dealing with the consequences,
Our friend has gone and we miss her.
We are the invincible generation, this isn’t meant to happen to us
But it has, and in her memory, and definitely her insistence, we continue.
Her colleague quoted a blog by her, it included the words
“What do I do? I think, I make a difference, I give a f**k! – and I’m really proud of that!”
We give a f**k and we were proud that she was one of us and we knew her.