Behind Closed Doors…

I’d like to encourage you all to check out, and wish a happy book birthday to, ’Behind Closed Doors’ a fantastic new anthology of literary works from talented authors right across the globe.

This collection of short stories, essays and poetry has been painstakingly compiled and edited by the wonderfully talented Casey Laine.

It also features a piece of poetry by yours truly!!

You can find the 188 page anthology in e-book format for an introductory steal (at only £2.25) via the following link…

https://www.amazon.com/Behind-Closed-Doors-Writers-Assembled-ebook/dp/B07FDHRNQQ

Poetry Updates

Due to publication rules on Amazon KDP, I’ve had to remove some of my poems which were previously published on this website.

Don’t worry though you can still find them all in ‘Solitary Secret Paths’ the first volume of my new poetry collection, for sale on Amazon in both paperback and e-book format. Currently the paperback copy is on offer at £3.62 and the e-book is £1.99.

Every purchase is incredibly appreciated and goes towards keeping my rescue animals and I ticking along happily, so thank you sooo much. Don’t forget to leave an honest review on Amazon to tell others what you thought of it!! 😉


You can find Solitary Secret Paths by clicking on the following link…< em>Solitary Secret Paths https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/1549857509/ref=cm_sw_r_cp_api_eUgNAbW89FNWT

Miraculous Illusions

Miraculous Illusions
Our way to manage life
Our self-enforced delusions
Insidious and rife

The mask we show the world is thin
Slender as crystal glass
It doesn’t take a heavy blow
To make its surface crack

Between the cracks, our truth shines through
Unsure and insecure
No matter how we shore them up
They only fracture more

Our best recourse in face of this
Is find our central truth
Present instead – this – to the world
It won’t engender proof

Miraculous Illusions
Appealing though they are
Can’t replace the peace truth brings
No matter who you are

Inky Imaginings

Pour forth
Words on paper
My creativity unlocked
I marvel at its artless grace
Scribblings
flow out upon crisp new pages
inky imaginings
dream-like, hopeful
Cleansing

Ceaseless
Goal determined
I push on, revelling
Awash in cathartic release
Complete
Pen to paper is my true state
my intended mantle
Unassuming
Simple

But then
Like smoke it comes
Stroke of the pen ceasing
Hollow, Yawning, the Wasteland pulls
Ripping
I find myself adrift, empty
No spark of invention
Silence, Nothing
Devoid

Time Waits For No Man

Time waits for no man
So they say
But is it really true?
I could have sworn
That in my life
He’s paused a time or two

They say he flies
When life is fun
And this I know is real
It seems that Time
Is fleet of foot
The better that I feel

Time heals all wounds
Or so I’m told
And helps a heart to mend
I’ve seen that statement
Proven false
In grief, he’s not a friend

With Time
The heart grows fonder
Least that’s what people say
But to forget
Seems easier
The longer you’re away

This entity
We label Time
It seems we know him not
His true intentions
seem benign
But only he knows what

What Glorious Ineptitude

What glorious ineptitude
The human soul
Its never-ending mission
For the key to feel whole

Adoration of the masses?
Riches and gold?
A shiny new sports car?
Ways not to get old?

When all’s said and done
At the end of the day
Most take all that matters
And just throw it away

For some, they don’t see it
And others don’t care
Some had, and then lost it
And some were too scared

When you wake up tomorrow
Take a look with fresh eyes
Will you seek out what matters?
Or be blinded by lies?

Glorious

On Empty Tracks

I dreamed of you
A ray of sunshine
The dappled light
From waving bows

On empty tracks
Where once the trains passed
Neath bridges
Where our freedom called

I heard you laugh
You did – so often
I heard you call
And wave us on

A precious dream
Wrapped in a memory
To cherish close
Though you are gone

Let It Be Known

Let it be known – I’m done with hope –
As hope is done with me.
It lead me on with bright gold dreams
that hid its falsity.

Let me believe – in truth and dues –
in fairness and in faith –
and then at first adversity
proved fleeting as a wraith.

And as a wraith – hope – chill’d my heart
and turned my dreams to ash.
It slammed the door and left – the dark –
where light is feared to pass.

But in this dark – is comfort cold –
at least the dark is true –
no fickle hope to tear my soul
or rend my heart in two.

© Bernadetteflynnauthor.com 2017

A Shadow Walks With Me Today

A shadow walks with me today

– I wish that he would leave –

He reminds me of my deepest loss

And forces me to grieve

 

He tells me that you’ve gone away

That I – alone – must stay

Without your smile

– your gentle touch –

Until my dying day

 

Without your soul

The world seems dim

– All shadows –

Drab and wrong

I never realised before –

My life would feel so long

 

Tomorrow – I’ll get out of bed

Tomorrow – I won’t cry

Tomorrow – I’ll do like you said

– I’ll do my best to try –

 

Time heals all wounds I’m told again

– He’d want you to be strong

They must not feel your loss at all –

To be so very wrong

 

A shadow walks with me today

I know now – he’s a friend –

The only one not watching on –

Expecting me to mend.

© Bernadetteflynnauthor.com 2017