Little girl

Little girl, she’s lying prone.

She’s afraid cause she’s been told-

“Its serious, really quite severe,

we’re quite sure you can’t leave here.”

An angel whispers in her ear.

He speaks of hope instead of fear.

Dressed in white, she feels delight

as fever leaves dispelling night.

 

She opens eyes, and speaks so bold.

“Mommy dear I have been told –

my fever’s gone – and healing’s come”.

“I can’t stay here cause I want to hum!”

Doctor says -“You need more tests”

and so he orders what he thinks best.

What a wonder -all things are clear-

the tests have showed- “things changed my dear!”

Author  – Bill Tidsbury

A start

Eyes, that see but haven’t seen.

A look with wonder that takes all in.

The door that opens in the mind,

when unimagined can be seen.

A child steps into worlds apart.

The culture strange, yet feels the art.

A hope arises deep within,

that says I too could could fit right in-

if I could have a start!

Author – Bill Tidsbury

Hope has wings

Hope has wings-

yet cannot fly,

when harm clips feathers

grounding flight.

 

A child yearns,

yet unaware

that what is longed for

never was.

 

A mother dreams,

still waiting for

the man who’s with her

to be true.

 

A son seethes,

while crying in shame.

He can’t protect mom

when he’s young.

 

A daughter weeps.

Innocence died

when trust was shattered.

She’s alone.

 

A man dies.

Trapped by his shame.

He can’t forgive self’s

tortured soul.

 

Love still breathes.

Each taste ignites

a spark that opens

life again.

 

Hope has wings.

It flew again,

When love healed pinions

and soul soared!

Author – Bill Tidsbury

Tug of war

Letting go, brings tug-of-war.

I step through doors and see far shores.

I feel the tug of hope’s caress

and feel dream’s kiss as if its lace.

Yet, when its time to step away,

something hidden wakes dismay.

My plan, as framed, has no restraints-

until my hand grasps exit’s door!

As I shift, my ties come clear,

and as they loose and kiss good-bye,

memory surges with feeling’s swell.

What’s gained entangles with the cost!

Now things are real – the fine print spelt.

I see before a vista rare,

and in my soul I feel the break,

with those whose roots can’t be set free,

and have no wish to move along,

but stay content, yet, wishing me

to stay and simply be with them –

and not take flight with mystery.

Author – Bill Tidsbury

A diadem

Healing journeys, can be a pain.

I sit helpless – breath can’t sustain!

I long to move in freedom’s dance,

but sit instead and feel pain’s lance.

My mind is bored, I’m all alone.

Friends have lives – I won’t intrude!

I check again, the pain’s still there.

My time moves slow , I’m trapped by “no”!

Yet as I seethe, I also breathe,

and in that breath comes some incense.

A fragrance sweet, It is a treat!

It’s unexpected and won’t retreat.

A presence lingers, and seems to entice,

of memories buried, of hope with spice.

The stirring’s slow yet seems to tickle so,

as pain’s distraction bows and goes.

What seemed to take forever then,

has opened up forever now!

A spacious wonder that never bores,

it moves along and dances slow.

The healing journey, never was

about the skin and bone that tore.

The heart, had hidden deep within,

and slowly wilted with sorrows grim.

Released at last to breathe again,

the journey’s birthed a diadem.

Author – Bill Tidsbury

I am free

I lift my head, a new day spawns!

The light creeps in, with breeze kissed dawn,

a fly sweeps by, as muscles stretch arresting day.

I listen, this quiet morn asks me to begin – again!

My rest was sweet, my breath inhales the warm sunshine,

and I know that I have hope. Hope that stays afloat!

The dregs of dream’s faint songs just drift away.

Mind is bright – Spirit’s joy displaces all that’s grey.

My body shifts to swing my feet to feel the tile,

then splash my face and enjoy my shower.

My tummy rumbles sensing gain

from some sweet fresh fried plantain!

The water boils, the tea is fresh, my toast is sweet,

and I settle back to breathe, inhaling life – it really is a treat!

To be; to see; to know that I am free.

I often say – how can it be?

Author – Bill Tidsbury

Reminiscing in the rain

Rain!

Its strange how water from the sky,

can soothe the heart

that sits so safe and dry.

Its sound, a constant patter

that gently soothes the soul,

can shift my solitude

assisting memory’s role.

The pattern whispers and

the varied rhythmic swells,

can draw the soul to hear

an ocean buoy’s knell.

It’s freshness sharpens skin’s remembered feel –

warm air flowing o’er ocean sliced by keel.

It’s splash upon my eye,

as squinting, I look up at the sky,

reminds me of the time – by river’s fall

-that sun breathed colour and I did not feel so small.

My heart recalls the times of joy’s embrace,

when huddled tight with others,

we waited out our fate.

I laugh with childlike delight,

as toes feel cool -remembering

dancing in a field as if a sprite.

It’s true – I’m alive when life drinks –

Rain!

Author – Bill Tidsbury

The journey long

A heart in pain, a lover lost,

It came as pain’s avoidance gamed.

A heart that waited, hoped and prayed,

became instead a heart that strayed.

Now, insight gained, with heart aware,

the lover cries o’er history’s smokey air.

The children caught between the two,

know only that their lives are tossed.

The new who entered in,

is more aware of her than them.

He tolerates with an appeasing grin,

but has no room for other’s kin.

Her heart is broken loving still,

yet seeks escape in lover’s thrill.

The forlorn one must choose to stand,

and grow up more and become a man.

No longer boy, who has no care,

his heart must flower, becoming self aware.

The pain is deep, the journey long,

to simply learn how to belong.

To live transparent, to live in grace,

and not suck life – instead protect what’s lace.

Author – Bill Tidsbury

I choose

I choose-

what strength becomes.

One move-

and something new feels fun.

I know-

as heart sings clear.

I live-

and banish every fear.

 

I am –

my spirit breathes.

Wings soar –

as incandescence flows.

I’m wrapped-

as you embrace.

I see-

my  future brilliantly.

 

I rest-

content to be.

Stretched out-

as beauty’s grace transforms.

I’m known-

in Spirit’s fire.

I bloom-

and fragrance draws you in.

Author – Bill Tidsbury

Blessed by other things

In the tropics, in the heat,

The doors are open cause of heat.

The cool of evening is so fresh,

The breeze is soft and does caress.

But through this gentle lively flow,

I’m blessed by other things also.

There’s leaves and fluff

that come in with the wind;

insects too – that zoom and rattle in.

Some are big and black and hard,

while others flit on silky wing.

When day is done and I close shop,

I brush them all back to the dark.

Author – Bill Tidsbury