Friday Frosts

Closest Of The Close

Because they are friends,

I can take some space.

Because they are relations

I can walk away

And be myself for a while;

Buy you, closest of the close

Feel betrayed, take offence

Because I can not share

My need for some solitude.

Yet sometimes I need to be alone,

To realise and consolidate

All I have, have learnt and known;

To appreciate and mind

And remind myself of what it is to love

To find myself again and again

Beyond all doubt loved.

Closest of the close,

For all the world

I would not willingly hurt you,

Cause you pain

So say that you still love me

So I may return again.

Mel Dixon

Shiny Sunday

Catching Hold

Yes – love, love

For though we know it pains

Not to denies us the very best of all life’s richest gains.

Yes – hope, hope

For not to sullies days

Which otherwise would profit us in much more fruitful ways.

Yes – give, give

For not to kills us all

Taking can not cure us, nor prevent a fall.

Yes – trust, trust

For not to stifles hope

Making it impossible to give, to love, to cope.

Mel Dixon

Copyright remains with the author

Sensual Sunday - St Valentines Day Special

 Fairytale Unending

It seems my hair obstinately

Refuses to grow any longer,

And the tower

Remains as tall as ever.

Through thorn filled dreams

I notice his charger has gone lame,

His armour tarnished by rain.

And I wonder if my prince

Will ever get through

His final year at finishing school.

His riddle solving abilities are nil.

Unsurprising given the distractions

Of my big footed sisters

In their make-up and gowns.

Though frankly I’m disappointed

That he has fallen for something so obvious.

In truth I am losing all patience

And have half a mind to doze off for a while,

And put my dreams in their proper place.

I mean surely he must be well on his way by now.

Well perhaps I’ll wait a little longer.

And keep myself busy with some spinning.

Damsel Places 'Want' Ad

Fair damsel needs assistance

Turning frogs into princes

For ladies in waiting.

Patience essential when contemplating.

Defender against toads

To travel long roads;

Though gallantry desired

No armour is required.

Apply within thorn encrusted walls

(Must be able to catch her when she falls)

Blaggards will be deemed failed quirks of evolution

Rationed communication preferred to elocution.

Copyright remains with MD in perpetuity as are all written works on here actually.
(no point others getting blamed for it when they're not guilty, is there?)

Remembered Still

Remembered

Young Soldier

Far too early, too late, too soon

Is what is written on his tomb.

Too late the day

To turn away

Too early the death day dawn

Too soon for us to mourn.

Far too cruel, too naive, too misled

Shadows this wretched unknown head

Too naive to know

How the war would go

Too cruel the passage that gun him through

Too misled to know what’s true.

Far too eager, too frighted, too stunned

To be left behind rejected and shunned.

Too frighted by pleas

Too eager for fees

Too stunned in battle to turn and flee

To come home safe, my son, to me.

Far too angry, too bitter, too lost

To reclaim time and reckon the cost.

Too bitter the tears

That fill out my years,

Too angry to think of the waste –

Too lost, too lost the taste.

To feed pain is to rekindle it again and again and again. Better to let it go to rest so that those we lose CAN rest in peace, I reckon, but it's up to you. MOST people work through it without causing damage to others. Be among them please. Focus not on the loss but on the joy of them ever having been a part of our lives, be they men or women, girls or boys. 
Thank you for reading.