Writing Relaxation and Therapy

[darkeyes]

The other night in chat I happened to mention I wrote poetry which I have always used as a form of relaxaton and also in my darkest moments as therapy to ward off the evil eye. I think it was Showme who showed an interest and asked me to recite something I'd written. I couldnt get my copy and paste to work and typed out very badly a few verses of a poem which actually means a great deal to me, and in so many ways says a lot about me.
This poem actually says a great deal about someone I loved and still love so very much, and some of you will know exactly to whom my words refer.


A Gentle Passion

She was gentle
With an easy smile and wide laughing eyes
So gentle
Quick of wit and a good line in sighs
She was tender
Quiet of voice and hair coppered with dye
So tender
A touch and a kiss like the skiff of a fly
She was patient
Cool and calm like sea ice in the sun
So patient
Easy to talk to as she listened like mum
She was wise
Always knowing what to do with the wrong
So wise
Seeing solutions for trouble left far too long
She was funny
Always a laugh no matter the dark
So funny
Laughing aloud and loving a lark
She was strong
Always support when pillar there was none
So strong
Quiet of speech by so many guessed wrong
She was loving
She knew when to speak, touch or stay out of the way
So loving
A glance, whisper or giggle any words she would say
A gentle passion
Not wild or crazy, a little suppressed
So gentle
But loving with her always left my hair in a mess!

[codybear3]

Very good, Darkeyes...If only my ability to link expressive words together would come easier to me... :paw: :paw:

[biwords]

Lovely! See, if you were a guy, you'd illustrate it with a big penis photo. Wouldn't that be nice?

[darkeyes]

no it f...bloody wudnt!

[biwords]

But of course you knew I was being ironic....

[flexuality]

The other night in chat I happened to mention I wrote poetry which I have always used as a form of relaxaton and also in my darkest moments as therapy to ward off the evil eye. I think it was Showme who showed an interest and asked me to recite something I'd written. I couldnt get my copy and paste to work and typed out very badly a few verses of a poem which actually means a great deal to me, and in so many ways says a lot about me.
This poem actually says a great deal about someone I loved and still love so very much, and some of you will know exactly to whom my words refer.


A Gentle Passion

She was gentle
With an easy smile and wide laughing eyes
So gentle
Quick of wit and a good line in sighs
She was tender
Quiet of voice and hair coppered with dye
So tender
A touch and a kiss like the skiff of a fly
She was patient
Cool and calm like sea ice in the sun
So patient
Easy to talk to as she listened like mum
She was wise
Always knowing what to do with the wrong
So wise
Seeing solutions for trouble left far too long
She was funny
Always a laugh no matter the dark
So funny
Laughing aloud and loving a lark
She was strong
Always support when pillar there was none
So strong
Quiet of speech by so many guessed wrong
She was loving
She knew when to speak, touch or stay out of the way
So loving
A glance, whisper or giggle any words she would say
A gentle passion
Not wild or crazy, a little suppressed
So gentle
But loving with her always left my hair in a mess!

To use your own words...that wos luffly!! :)

I write poetry too...been doing it since I could spell...or not spele as the case may be. :rolleyes:

Been a while tho....

I like your style. :) I usually write poems backwards...lol...seriously, I do...I have no idea why.

[sammie19]

Dont blame her for the unkempt look Fran!!! lol. much luv.

[Tommy2020]

Great emotional content and thought placement. You could maybe try Literotica.com and have this published..... ?
Your efforts are refreshing and truly well received. Thank you.... :)
Tommy2020

[darkeyes]

Dont blame her for the unkempt look Fran!!! lol. much luv.

Sumtimes Craigie ye wee cow me cud jus cloutcha! lol. Wots wrong wiv me hair??? :bigrin:

[darkeyes]

Great emotional content and thought placement. You could maybe try Literotica.com and have this published..... ?
Your efforts are refreshing and truly well received. Thank you.... :)
Tommy2020

Ty Tommy for ya luffly words.. neva thought it wos erotic! lol. Shud c sum of the stuff me written...filth. tee hee. Mite look inta it tho.

[darkeyes]

To use your own words...that wos luffly!! :)

I write poetry too...been doing it since I could spell...or not spele as the case may be. :rolleyes:

Been a while tho....

I like your style. :) I usually write poems backwards...lol...seriously, I do...I have no idea why.


Lemme see sum Flex.. luffs poetry x neva thotta backwards tho sum of mine is pretty weird! lol

[arana]

Fran that was very lovely and sensual. Thank you for sharing your talents with us. Lets people see the softer side of the cleaver hacking wild woman. lol :tong:

[darkeyes]

Fran that was very lovely and sensual. Thank you for sharing your talents with us. Lets people see the softer side of the cleaver hacking wild woman. lol :tong:


Wild woman??? tee hee... me luffly an gentle!!! :tong:

[onewhocares]

I wish I had your gift of words. Well done, perhaps, may we have more?

Belle

[darkeyes]

Some of you have been kind enough to ask that I let you see some more of my scribbling, so I trust you wont mind.

This is the poem I tried to paste the 1st three verses of in chat the other night. Like with "A Gentle Passion" the person is someone I care for very deeply and expresses my anguish at unfulfilled love. It is part of a trilogy of love which until I let you have "Gentle Pash" I didnt even realise existed. This poem was written to exorcise a ghost...and to be honest it has been only partially successful.


A Face in my Dreams

In the darkest recess of my mind
I bury her face
Wishing the memory gone from my essence
Wanting dreamless and peaceful slumber

The day passes
And I survive once again
That face gone and absent from conscious memory
I laugh and smile and enjoy the air

Even approaches and once again I am alone
Flashes of remembrance are forced from my head
To once again reside in closed exile
My mind at peace, life mine own

I bathe and relax in the warm embrace of the water
Soothed and relaxed, the self at ease
Nothing allowed to release turmoil within
My world is good

Sitting sipping cocoa
Listening to the music of Aguilera
Beautiful and Dirrty bring smiles
And I keep singing my song

Propped up in bed reading
Rebus making Siobhan’s eyes yet again roll in despair
And Gill screams in pent up annoyance and frustration
But it’s a great read

My eyes droop
And I fight sleep a little longer
But with tiredness comes the flash
The pose of tranquillity ends

As the imprisoned fights to escape her jail
Heart and mind struggle to force her back to where she must be
Shackled, forgotten.. no key
Thrown where she must never find and again disturb my being

In the light of the half old moon
The fight for mind and soul becomes the more brutal
Exhaustion weakens my resolve
And she begins to overcome

My body aches with need for sleep
Long have I wrestled with the ghost
And long since been crushed
Sobbing tears of loss echo round the empty dimly moonlit room

And then…nothing
Sleep finally consumes me
And knowledge of nothing and blackness
Forces the spirit from my unconscious mind

Then the dreamtime
My God the dreams
Why wont they go
Leave me…give me peace

Her face
Beautiful and lovely
Perfect
Haunts and will not let go

She smiles that perfect smile of youthful love
Her eyes sparkle as can no other
And yet it is but a taunt of the soul
A memory of that which has never been

I start
And waken with the jolt of fear
Her face fresh and sweet
Chaos again set free throughout my mind

Sleep now is past
Turmoil and apprehension increase
The face so clearly there, lovely, wonderful
Pressing and forcing and crushing my being

I lay - exhausted body and mind ache
Tossing, turning, so restless
Begging for the light
Needing my friend, the dawn

Slowly the day breaks and comes the chorus of morning song
And with them her power over my mind begins to wane
My inner strength renewed
Life for a time once again, begins to be my own

With ever increasing light
My strength becomes so much more
Beauty slowly recedes from my mind
Once again locked deeply in recesses far from the heart

At last some quietness of mind
I busy myself with the way of living
And again she is gone
Once more life mine to live

At least till once again my dear heart
Your light brings darkness to my soul

[trip1]

no it f...bloody wudnt!

Good for you darkeyes

[unum60]

Thank you for sharing yourself, I very much enjoy the intimate glance into those "darkeyes". As a wise man once said -- luffly :)

[onewhocares]

Just wanted to say thank you for sharing another wonderful glance into your soul.

Belle

[yoyo4u]

A Face in my Dreams

While reading your poem one of my sayings I devised seem to be true:

"Life is when we dream and we keep interrupting it, by waking up"

Keep it up, you have talent!

And dreams too... :)

love,
yoyo

[DiamondDog]

I like to write to relax but I don't keep journals as it's a lot of mental masturbation and doesn't really serve any real purpose.

[meteast chick]

Wow Fran, I never knew. :bowdown:

I must say I wish I could leave such an impression on someone else. To have such emotion, such beautiful words to fill empty space. Isn't it amazing how new love, sustained love and the loss of love are what brings that out in some of us? I haven't written much lately, but feel free to go to my myspace page and check out my blogs where I put some down.

Kudos, keep up the good work!

luv and kisses,
xoxoxoxoxoxo
meteast

[sammie19]

I never realised Fran. Im sorry. Much luv.

[darkeyes]

I mentioned earlier that the two poems above were a part of a trilogy I never knew was there until I came to let you have the first. I have had to think carefully about whether to let you have the third not least because without either of these people I am sure I would remain in total despair. It is about friendship and how deeply people care for those they love and how lucky I am to have such friends. Its possible some may not understand why I say they are a trilogy, but I know and believe they shall also. I hope so.

For Jo and Kay

The blackness enclosed over my world
Dreams I had nurtured soured and spoiled
Life had become without meaning and my heart was torn asunder
My loves had gone and my mind in collapse and despair
Tears streamed down my cheeks with incessant ease
The stomache cramps of loss and pain never far

My fault
My flaws
My insanity of wishing for that which could never be
How to live with hurt caused to those I love most
How merely to survive the night
How to live with my guilt my pain

I had been warned that the fire was hot
That it burned
And knew it to be so but rushed headlong in my blindess
Toward that flame of destruction
As I was consumed by those flames
My heart cried the tears of the lost

And from those who love me
Not from passion
But simple friendship came the voices of salvation
The voices part exasperation, part compassion,
Which pulled my soul back from its darkest agonies
And with gentleness made me begin to live again

My lovely Joanne, best friend, maddening critic
Always ready to take my hand when I fall
Never "I told you so"
Always comfort and love forever true
So alike yet so different
The girl I wish myself to be

And Kay, my shoulder, my prop
So far away and yet we have become so close
A true friend to all but most of all to me
Never judges, always counsels
Compassion and understanding always in her heart
Love never far away

I am blessed
Blessed to have loved and been loved with such passion
And cursed
For that same blessing has long since turned to dust
And yet what greater blessing can anyone have
Than true and loving friends who are always there?

That I can now look forward
When so recently I could see nothing
Is the true gift which they have granted me
That though shame and guilt remains
About those I have so deeply scarred
Hope of forgiveness is not yet gone

To my lovely Jo, my wonderful Kay
I may never love again as deeply
Maybe never who can say
But as I grasp whatever joy and happiness I am able
My two loving friends shall always be here
In my heart, my mind and if kismet allows, in my life.