I missed all the beautiful things today:
There were no rainbows, only dismal rain;
The clouds grew heavier and darker grey
With tears for what could never be again.
The path ahead appears obscured by weeds
Concealing deadly snares that lie in wait,
While miscreants and their malicious deeds
Desire to undo me and seal my fate.
My comfortless soul is crippled by fears
Amid incessant, wilful winds that blow,
And thus propel the chilling, icy spears
Cast by one-time friends who prove to be foes.
Yet, as this dreadful day draws to an end,
Despite my doleful tears amid the strife
My heart gives sincere thanks for every friend
Who sought my vulnerable heart to vouchsafe.
(C) 2017 Joanne Van Leerdam
The inky stillness of deepest night
Banishes even the moon’s pale light;
From a ghostly gum tree, serene and tall,
An owl hoots its lonely watchman’s call.
Hypnotised, creation falls under
The seductive spell of silent slumber
While nocturnal creatures eat their fill
And pursue their animal pleasures,’til
The velvet darkness of the witching hour
Concedes its melancholy haunting power
To the break of dawn, like ruby fire
Burning brighter as the flames climb higher.
In the fickle morning light it seems
The lingering ghosts of last night’s dreams
Masquerade as the early morning mist,
Gathering in a silent spectral tryst
That obscures all that lies behind
Those hazy walls in both field and mind,
Until the radiant light of day
Drives the dreams and their ghosts away.
2017 Joanne Van Leerdam
A shroud of delusory darkness
Covers her everywhere she goes;
It’s only visible from the inside
So no other soul ever knows.
Other people only ever see
Robes in all the colours of life;
She never lifts the shadow veil
That conceals her turmoil and strife.
Made of dense and heavy fabric,
It only serves to weigh her down:
Her thoughts and movements are burdensome,
Her inner voice makes no outward sound.
Her perceptions are distorted,
For that cloak whispers dangerous lies,
She can discern neither light nor truth
From within her deceptive disguise.
Thus she exists in a blighted world
With her silent, stealthy disease
While, ignorant and oblivious,
Others go on with life as they please.
Yet within her remains a fragment
Of indelible, hopeful belief
That her mantle might be removed
And her soul may at last find relief.
©2017, Joanne Van Leerdam
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