Reibus

Age, illness, poverty, some even face homelessness. I think quite a few people face what this poem is written about. Life had been up and down, and living it seemed a nightmare Imagine how you spend your day and you don't have friends who care You used to work, enjoyed your time, you used to love what you did But now you'd dropped off your world... you didn't ask for your skid You had surgery, you had a stroke, you didn't even know Your memory vanished, your speech had gone, you didn't know where to go One by one people walked away, you didn't know about 'when' Your income dried up, recovery too long, you'd never be normal again Hugs that you'd loved were gone too soon, writing became just your life The only thing that you now could do to stay out of strife You shut yourself into your little room, your voice disappeared too Your tears were just for you now, you hid them because you knew You thought about what was up ahead, where ...

I wrote the poem  "Time to forget"  back in  February 2014 . It's included in this prose. Does this sound like someone you know? She had nothing important to think about. Everything which had been valuable to her had gone. Including her children. They didn't even talk to her now. Lee could remember her history, but it no longer meant anything to her. She remembered her childhood. She knew that she had loved it, but now her parents were dead. Her husband had vanished, wherever she didn't know and didn't care. She had never disconnected the bond between her children and him; she had - then - felt that was important. However they now took him in, she didn't care about. Her only friend was her dog. Beautiful, she thought. She was 13 human years old, but in dog years she would be 91. Or maybe a bit older. Jess would die this year. Maybe. But Lee'd read a poem. She opened her favourite internet website, found the poem. She had loved it. Maybe it was...

The Redcliffe Peninsula Poet's Group is having a concert for the Valentines Day this year, so I wrote this little love poem. This tells a tale of unreal men. Looking out on the full, full moon on the eve of Valentine's Day I thought of my love, a wonderful man and wondered what he would say Would he tell me how much he had loved? Would he tell me who he'd fell for? Would he mention my name, would he compare me? I watched the full moon start to soar It swirled around with the man on its face looking down upon Earth He blinked, then smiled, then winked at me! I felt like I'd just been re-birthed! "Are you alive?" I asked the Man "How do you really live?" He smiled at me and took a deep breath, knowing what he would give "Trust in me," he said to me in a whispered voice very light "I can tell truth, not lies at all - this word is about this night." I sat down on Earth, feeling so tired; the Moon man blew over me Hi...