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I came across another old piece of poetry which I had posted up when I first started this blog back in the summer of 2008 … I must have written this way back somewhere between 2000 – 2002 …

 

On Edge

I stand restless,
ill-at-ease
waiting ...
for something
for someone ...
for an unknown
entity or object

I know not
why I feel so
eventually I will
find out ...

I will stay
this way,
restless,
frantic and
anxious ...
and see what,
it is that awaits me.

© DazeDiva

I’d like to know how you feel when you read this ? Have you experienced something similar ? Are you able to relate to this ?

The past 10 days have been a bit manic for me.  A lot of things have happened.  My company just finished planning 2 Indian weddings over a span of 5 days in addition to 3 private parties over the weekend.  One of my clients got very aggressive towards my partner NC which left a foul taste for us all at the events.  Still waiting on payments from the client !!  I also came across someone from my past; which left me uneasy.  I’m normally a very composed person, but this encounter just caused a constant anxiety, right at the pit of my stomach.  I didn’t think it would – but it did – and that’s what unnerved me.  Perhaps that’s why I picked this piece of writing to share with you all. 

Have you ever found yourself in a situation where you are just left standing at a cliff-side ? Your options being :

1. to take a leap and hope that all will come into place ….
2. just take the bull by the horns and hope that the scars of the aftermath won’t be too bad ?

At this point, my client is away in Goa and I’m waiting for them to come back to sort out balance payments.  My past has gone back to my home city of London.  These 10 days have been a blur to me, and it’s just left me a bit restless; on edge in fact.  And now my body has given way and I’m down with a cough, cold and congested chest =(

Whether you like it, love it, hate it or think it’s not real poetry – I’d really like to know .. so don’t be shy with your comments !

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I came across another old piece of writing / poetry which I had posted up when I first started this blog back in the summer of 2008 … I’d like to share it with you all and get your thoughts on it …

I might have subconsciously selected this one … some of you know that I lost my grandfather a few months ago .. even now to put that down in black & white brings tears to my eyes … so perhaps that’s why I connected once again with this piece of writing … 

Adieu

The final goodbye
is somewhat
similar to a
first hello

Uncertainty, anxiousness
a slight fear
overcomes you

The first hello
is rewarded with
a bright smile

The final goodbye
is said with
the moist glistening
in the eyes;
the hard lump
at the back of the throat

This goodbye is
forever in death
yet not so final
in memory....

© DazeDiva

I’d like to know how you feel when you read this ? What image comes to mind ?  Do the words express what happened in that image ?  Have you experienced something similar ? Are you able to relate to this ?

There are references to a first hello and a good bye which could be taken in two ways … losing a loved one from a personal relationship i.e. break-up, separation or losing someone by way of passing on …

Whether you like it, love it, hate it or think it’s not real poetry – I’d really like to know .. so don’t be shy with your comments !

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For someone who never enjoyed poetry during English Lit class – I somehow managed to get a grasp of writing my own poetry (or perhaps my Lit professor was just being kind)

Here’s one of my first pieces of writing from close to a decade ago … I hope you enjoy it =)

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What's said has
been said
What's done has
been done

The past is gone
Present almost over
Only the future awaits

I've let go of
the past . . .
I can't undo it
Alas you've condoned
The future

© DazeDiva

I’d like to know how you feel when you read this ? What image comes to mind ?  Do the words express what happened in that image ?  Have you experienced something similar ? Are you able to relate to this ?

Whether you like it, love it, hate it or think it’s not real poetry – I’d really like to know .. so don’t be shy with your comments !