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Why I am reposting Broken… #Poetry
Broken coloured shards of light
inside a kaleidoscope
caught inside a tumble dryer
that’s how my life feels.
Broken, trapped inside a bubble
waiting for someone to burst it
let the pieces out, try to put them back together.
How can one life be so fractured, splintered?
How can I have wasted so much time
on a fool with no eyes to see?
Was he blinded by the shards of light
from an ancient woodland?
Did the light remove part of his
knowing, his ability to love?
Can my love remove the blind?
I am reposting Anita’s lovely poem today because I am broken.
Somehow, I have become a virus victim. I don’t think it is THE virus… but today all bets are off!
my temperature keeps soaring, but not having trouble breathing, so not really sure of anything yet. I do feel a little better today, so maybe it is on the way out!
Thinking of you all,
Jaye
#MacroMonday…
#Silent Sunday…

Image by Jaye Marie
Weeping Statues…

Weeping Statues
I hide in a dark corner of the church
Watching the weeping statue of the Virgin Mary
Silence, as deep as the graves outside
A miracle or trickery, I couldn’t tell
People wept their own tears
No sound emanating from their bodies
Almost as though they wept while holding their breath
They hold out small scraps of cloth to catch a tear
A sacred relic to take home.
Some have claimed to be healed
From one ailment or another
Stories, Chinese whispers
Should I step out of my dark corner?
Out of the doubt that held me there
Would I receive a gift from an unknown source?
Would my twisted foot be straightened?
Would I walk as others do, without the daily taunts?
I had no scrap of cloth with which to catch a tear
I edged closer to the Virgin, kneeling as others had done
With my hands held open towards her
I caught a tear in my palm
Pressing it to my lips, making way for others to kneel
I left the church.
As I stepped outside, I felt my foot twist in the other direction
It felt as if the ground itself had played some part
Slowly, I walked home with my own special miracle…
©anitadawes 2020
#FridayFlowers…

Swifter Than Light…
Frosty spikes… #MacroMonday…
#SilentSunday…

Burley Woods by Jaye Marie

Burley Woods by Jaye Marie
#FridayFlowers…
