Take that Cupid’s arrow
and bend it to yourself,
for you are worth
all the love
that you keep reserving
for someone else.
When someone comes
there’ll certainly be enough.
An arrow of love…
Tag: poems
My Tomorrow…
my tomorrow came
when today arrived…
for yesterday,
I waited…
on a day that I hadn’t seen
hoping that when
it does come around…
there will be the light of change.
my tomorrow is here
yet my thoughts ain’t truly there..
for how can it be..
when in fragmented pieces
I watch…
the broken circles
of many yesterdays.
my tomorrow will come…
just as today did..
as I learn…
to glue my pieces of yesterdays…
into weaves of learning,
and understanding…
the wisdom of yesteryears.
© Jacqueline 2021
strange and estranged…
I always thought that I was strange
till I became totally estranged
not knowing when things would change
or if one would become deranged
this is where I am truly me
yet I feared my space for many moons
caught in the mire of an arid desert that bogs us down
getting through each day of life like a clown
with many faces that smile and scares
with glinty tears, recurring fears and frozen scars
forgotten in the sirens of deaths mounting toll
and staying thankful to every lifesaving call
© Jacqueline
…life is never truly sunshine and butterflies
Just Jump…
Wings I was given,
to fly I was taught,
yet,
hesitant I have been
to take that leap,
and
to spread those wings
lest they shrivel and die.
©
Jacqueline
I became one of those who disappeared…
I became one of those who disappeared…
diving into the belly of disjointed thoughts
malaise, discontent and limbo
I became one of those who disappeared
my voice broken and rusty
like an old unused tap on an abandoned site
I became one of those who disappeared
saving all my energy for survival
battling existential crisis
I became one of those who disappeared…
from out of the deep a voice called
head raised, I stare into the sun
it’s not yet over…
© Jacqueline 2019
Image credit – Pixabay
The Silent Ones’…
she turned
unwillingly against her will,
by the stroke of faith
and lottery played
by virtue of birth
she became
one of those diligent
bowed, sad women
who live on a long course
of docile, thankless servitude
she lived
in fear of showing,
saying or doing the wrong thing
her desires swallowed
dreams doused and denied
she smiled
pretending to have
no misgivings about life
but when you looked closely
silent desperation stood stark and pathetic
© 2019 Jacqueline
I know many women like this. Maybe you know one too. They are all around you. Maybe you used to be one of them.
Answer and Question – Ronovan Writes Weekly Haiku
we overthink answers
to life’s simple questions,
human’s complicate matters.
—
the answer my friend
is already there,
simply rethink your question.
I totally enjoyed this prompt for this week’s haiku. Several options popped into my head but I settled for this two ‘cos of the message behind them.
Sage and Vine – Ronovan Writes Weekly Haiku Challenge
fruits of the vine
mature with age,
and so does sage.
wisdom, she lost,
buried in the deep cups
of the grapevine.
—
© Jacqueline 2019
Thank you Ronovan, I enjoyed this prompt.
Peeking Into The Future…
Do you often wish,
that the future ahead,
you could surely foretell;
knowing every step?
Ω
I stare at the tea leaves
willing it to reveal its secrets,
I swirl my cup gingerly
but nothing comes up.
ℜ
I am not a psychic
waiting on tea leaves to tell secrets,
I possess no crystal ball
to peek and tell the future.
Σ
What would life be
if everything is known?
For the fun of living
is to unwrap each day.
©
2018 Jacqueline
Let me ask a pertinent question, have you ever had your tea leaves or coffee grounds read for you? I am curious.
Her Butterflies…
Her first love,
he gave her a butterfly,
a beautiful, iridescent thing
stuck in a jam jar
Her second love,
he took away the butterfly,
sold it for a nickel,
and left her a fist in the face
Her third love,
he gave her many butterflies
etched in pretty coloured ink,
they lived free on her backside.
©
Jacqueline
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