Soliloquy
30 Sunday Jan 2011
Posted in Photography
Tag Archives: Memories
Haunted
01 Sunday Nov 2009
Posted in Poetry
A soul smeared with darkness
Of actions never to be undone
No retribution
To relieve the sting of regret
Just visceral dreams
Provoked and taunted
By fiery flashbacks
Which stain the remorseful spirit
Dragging it spiralling down
With the bitter repetition
Of memories that burn
Blazing through a weak mind
Still yearning to remember
That which should be forgotten
Roman Sun
31 Monday Aug 2009
Posted in Photography
Sepia Sleeping
11 Saturday Jul 2009
Posted in Poetry
Skipping through the memories
Happy to see them again
Visiting the past in my dreams
Can be fun
Frivolous
Like a free holiday to my youth
Winding down that lane
Tiptoeing through
Those daisies of destiny
Seeing the twisty turns made
Those nearly almost
Ah not quite misses
My older self shakes brunette hair
Flashing sparks of hidden grey
Smiles in a way
The younger self would hate
Find patronising
That sweet doppelganger self
With wide eyed naivety
Tripping through life
Creating hazy memories
For me to find in my sleep
The Secret Scripture: Sebastian Barry
19 Tuesday May 2009
Posted in Books
Tags
Appealing, Book Jackets, Fiction, Irish, Memories, Psychology, Reading
My local bookshop is a small Waterstone’s that has enticing 3 for 2 displays right next to its entrance and thus I find it impossible to walk past without wandering inside. Its like a literary siren call for me. Recently, I wandered inside to purchase a friend’s birthday present and decided that it would simply be churlish not to indulge in their current 3 for 2 offers and treat myself too. I walked away with the latest Philippa Gregory and my final choice was a random purchase. Sometimes I find it fun just to be drawn to a book purely by its cover. This either means I am a PR dream or incredibly naive. Either way it often yields good results. In this instance I was drawn by a classical sepia photograph of female protagonist. Further investigation revealed it was a novel that had themes of psychology, memories, confinement, grief and a personal history of some 100 years. From that point onwards I was sold – and so was the book.
Echo
18 Wednesday Mar 2009
Posted in Poetry
Tags
She smelt like you
It made my head turn
Memories went flashing by
My soul yearned
My heart bled
Just a little bit more
Your scent
Not your face
Just your memory
