Tag Archives: poetry

Another Time, Another Place

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Another time, another place

What could have, would have, been?

The ghost of unfulfillment

A parallel world’s dream

The hinge that the tide turns on

A moment lost in time

Opportunities and choices

That might have made you mine

Turning points and pathways

A whisper of regret

But in another lifetime

We might have never met

(c)2016 Sara Litchfield

Love Does Not Need Pockets

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I’ve been absent… again! Despite promises made to myself, resolutions have been falling by the wayside like summer rain… But I’ve been consumed by life and work, and I’m working on something important, something challenging and life-changing, and incidentally longer than War & Peace. A beautiful line in that work stopped me in my tracks yesterday: ‘Love, though, does not need pockets.’ It was in the context of a discussion on the hunt for happiness and meaning, which so resonated with the philosophy here of making the right mark on the wall of the world that it sparked the poet within. So this is just a wee call out from the darkness to let you know that I’m still here, and soon I’ll be back in force. But here’s the piece of poetry in the meantime…

 

Love does not need pockets

A man of wisdom said

When you’re in your burial shroud

You may think you are dead

But what is it you’ve left behind?

Have you made a mark?

Your holidays and fancy cars

They were just a lark

But love you gave and love you sowed

That won’t ever stale

And love you received in return

Goes with you through the veil

(c) 2016 Sara Litchfield

On The Road Again

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I’m with the wind
I’m on the road
Where am I going?
Nobody knows
Not even me

I’ve loved and lost
And lost again
But lose a lover
Keep a friend
If you know how

There’s peace and beauty
All around
Secret places
To be found
And they are mine

I’ll roam and roam
My heart’s caressed
The open road
Is freedom’s rest
Come out and see

Don’t you fret
I’ll not be far
A picture, a postcard
The shoot of a star
I’ll see you again

(c)2015 Sara Litchfield

Without The Sun

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How can I be warm again

Without the sun?

Its playful light

Chasing away shadows

How can I be free again

Without the key?

Unlocking life’s joy

Securing its sorrows

Where will I go now

Without a compass?

No reason for direction

No seal upon a home

Where will I set sail

Without a rudder?

I’m nothing and I’ve nowhere

Till my heart’s returned to me

(c) 2014 Sara Litchfield