Category Archives: Questioning

The Extra Mile…

 xtra mile 3  If we walked a
mile in each others shoes,
would we take more care of the
paths
we choose?
Would it make us
reflect about others in
plight or would we sleep
easy, no nightmares to
fight. No hunger to stifle,
no thirst to implore,
would we walk a
mile, then one
mile more?
LadyP©2014

Timing…

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The voice said
“Go back
‘Tis not
your time”
I floated down
to this body of mine,
lying there, flesh ‘n bone,
soulfully lost, on my own,
for the light was still there,
shining bright, calling to me,
feeling so right, beautiful,
pulling, surely not dreamt?
It just wasn’t my time,
‘Twasn’t meant.  
LadyP©2014

Journeys & Answers…

PenpusherpenI didn’t know I was going
to discover a truth
from the depths of the past
in a trip to my youth
visiting my birthplace
seeing with new eyes
where I played
where I grew
a childhood constrained by lies.
It seems we are coloured
by those early years,
I wonder,
can a life painting
be changed
by countless
number of tears?
’Tis alright saying
we plough our own path
but “Who am I really?”
a
Question
making
  me laugh…
  LadyP©2013

Apologies fellow bloggers for my absence,  ‘twas an unexpected trip back to my hometown to sort out family business.  Strange how BIG things from the past seem so much smaller viewed through older/grown up eyes.  Strange too how the ‘large’ walls of the neighbours garden have shrunk and everything appeared so different.   I need to travel back again, this time for a longer stay so I shall see you all and catch up when I can.  I hope WordPress is finally sorting itself out, though I did take a trip over to Sir Aquatom’s Blog and it appears my hopes are in vain.  Sigh!! xx

Lines…

Line in the Sand Countless lines drawn in the sand
impossibly thin and barely seen,
some show how far you may go
some, where you have been.
Not warnings are they,
simply guidelines
giving hints,
should you need,
on overstepping boundaries
for personal gain or human greed.
Countless lines drawn in the sand,
who drew them long eons past?
Surely they were put in place,
to keep certain knowledge
within our grasp?
LadyP©2013

Wordsmith Tale…

Wordsmith
You dread such moments,
your brain is not your own,
all thoughts seem alien and unreal,
you feel estranged from everyday life,
sans ability to express what you feel.
Nothing
prepares you
for times such as these,
nothing at all
you can do
for being a wordsmith is your whole life
without that talent, what are you?
Yet there remains a hope
a thin line of chance,
the words
will                
again                       
dance                            
to                                        
your                                       
tune,                                     
for                                   
you                          

are                  
the           
     piper,
                       you pay

                                   no-one.
                                           To
                                                    such
                                                      fears
                                                     you       
                                                        must                
                                                            become                    
                                                      immune…               
                                            LadyP©2013