ok, here we are. my silly scribblings in private study. enjoy :)
it doesn't have a title. you may not know what it is about, but i know - and thats all that matters. And for the record - I wrote it about something that happened a long time ago. Not anything recent.
everyone out, closed
shut - concluded
freedom reigns, feigned freedom
happiness lives near, but too far to clasp
the mystery of a song
music, notes, tunes
drift -
to live through this,
struggle through,
clamber and dodge
focus on the important.
only to fall at the end
trembling, shivering, waiting
it will cascade
a matter of time, thats all there is
moments of peace are far past, on the distant horizon
easy to recollect, yet hard to catch
impossible to bring back
nothing will wash away
nothing will wash away
the truth, the sorrow, the tears.
(c) hannah jane charlotte mcmillan
h x
6 comments:
Hi. Just read on Ailsa's blog that you are moving house! I didn't know that.
By the way that is one sad poem!
Yes, it is a sad poem. But it was a sad time. :(
Yes, we are moving house. Round to the new houses getting built near the golf course. I don't wanna move though, Can't be bothered with the hassle during exam time.
:)
x
Well, at least you are not moving far. I'm sure you'll like it when you get there.
I know I will like it. I still like my little house though. I'll miss it. Never mind. :):):)
hx
Hi Hannah
I was just browsing and I came across your blog site so I thought I would say Hi. Any excuse to have a break from work today. I thought we might have a snowy day and a perfect excuse to have a duvet day. Alas it was not to be :-( I like your poems I to have written poems since I was young but I have to admit I have not written many lately perhaps a feeling block instead of writers block-who knows. Anyways best go not long till lunchtime-yipee!!!
See you soon
Shona x
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