Poem: ‘A Weekend Wasted’

‘A Weekend Wasted’

Three days off
With places to go
No wheels on the driveway and
Walking’s too slow

Why did I do this?
I let him decide
My loss of independence
I’m trapped to reside

Familiar evenings
Stuck in my own home
Family enclosing

Yet, I feel so alone

You made your decision
You gave me no choice
Even if I had shouted
You’d ignore my voice

I wish I could leave
To find my own way
Instead, I must wait
At least one more day

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Poem: ‘Four Months’

‘Four Months’

Sixteen weeks and too many days
Since I last saw you

In my mind, your face is unclear
In my heart, I feel that you’re near
Hearing your voice, I hold so dear
I wait, I’m still here

Time has passed
We can’t go back
One-third on
Two more to go

You’re moving on
But all alone
This man of yours
He bears no throne

I worry
I fear
My tears
All for you

A day will come
It’s not too late
Let’s hope it’s soon
I’ll always wait

For you.

(It’s four-months to the day since I last saw her.)

 

‘Song of Yesterday’

As you know, I’ve had some difficult feelings to face (and shut away…) over the last twenty-four hours. At times like this, there’s usually a song or a tune in my head and, for the last day, it’s been the following track by a British* ‘super group‘ known as Black Country Communion.

It’s the guitar of Joe Bonamassa. I adore his solo albums but, with his contribution here, I feel that this one track is the greatest musical accomplishment the band has made over three albums (…I still need to listen to the other two!). Oh, how I wish I’d gone to see him when he played in Bristol, about this time two-years ago… Before hearing of this band though, I wasn’t really aware of Glenn Hughes(!) and his empowering vocals. It’s the song and it’s sound, more than the lyrics that I cannot ever seem to recall.

*Three of the band’s members are indeed from the ‘black country’ of England (west midlands) but, I should stress that Joe Bonamassa hails from across the Atlantic!