Expectations

Raised expectations surge with delight.

it feels like it’ll happen, maybe-just might!

The visions they swirl and dance in the wind,

the possible’s endless, and wonder’s in flight.

The hormones are cranked up, the crackle is felt,

and time seems suspended and waiting’s a fight.

All this and more flows out from just words,

that simply portended  that dreams can see light!

 

Failed expectations can hurt just like hell.

The future collapses as pain’s torment swells.

The heart feels despairing, sinking deep in the sea,

while purpose is listless and eyes cannot see.

My stomach does threaten to  split me in two,

and dread seems to squash whatever feels new.

Life’s gripped in iron when future looms dark,

and hope just lies stillborn in grief’s hateful night.

 

Living, believing is never a waste.

It frames my good fortune when in valley’s grave.

My present is always a gift of great hope,

when breathing is granted and friendships are close.

I hold to the precious, that lives in my hand,

and reach for the promise that vision demands.

While ever uncertain, I still see a strand,

of grace that’s connected to that which is grand.

Author – Bill Tidsbury

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Journey into Love: Treasured

It’s hard to see past trauma’s dross.

The pain and shame that fill with loss.

Yet love’s sweet fire sings beauty’s gold,

when pain’s scar’s filled with filagree so bold.

A treasure found is love’s caress.

A treasure chest that makes me blessed!

A richness swells and fills my space,

of all I’ve dreamed and lost as waste.

I dance with joy on clouds so bright

– identity spelled in love’s delight.

I’m treasured in reflections gaze –

amazed!

Author – Bill Tidsbury

Journey into Love: Transparency

To live so naked , unafraid – a child’s delight to shed what binds and hides.

To feel with skin the joy of air

and not realize that others care.

It is a dream to simply be,

so fully me and honestly

I share the joy of who I am without regard of shame or fame.

I take my place uniquely formed

to grace this space with my own form.

I shout aloud!

Love sets me free to be the one and only me –

upheld, accepted,

a delight,

a wonder given!

I’m unashamed – I’ll never hide.

Author – Bill Tidsbury

Junctions

The road I travelled just made me fly.

I journeyed through some mountains rare.

But then I came to find it stopped!

There was no road ahead.

I could turn off towards the left –

it’d take me off to who knows where!

Yet too I had an option speak to me

to seek the right which led me back

to places where I could expand

and be myself, yet more.

 

And there I sat, I made no choice!

I could not choose that which is unknown.

I dithered often, but still was stuck

within a car that once had run

with furious pleasure yet now was trapped,

just sitting waiting as my heart felt torn.

I woke up to a horn’s demand!

Another traveler on the road.

He too was trapped behind my “stuck”.

How could I move, I could not choose

It seemed so simple, yet,

my heart it sighed – I could’ve died,

still waiting for the road ahead

to open wide and let me be

to run with fun into the sun,

upon a road no longer there.

 

So there I prayed for courage – strength,

to cease this choice that froze my dare,

and make a move both bold and rare.

-a choice to start again with flair!

So, once again with fresh delight

I’ve opened up some doors.

Not bound by indecision – to soar!

Author – Bill Tidsbury

Eye’s delight

Eyes are bright, so full of light!

Sparkles glow in eyes that know.

Innocence weeps when shame is deep,

yet love softens this dagger’s glares.

Child’s eyes are sweet yet wise.

Ancient souls have sight as gold.

Pupil’s whisper brings love’s shiver.

Giggles flicker in windows glitter

Eyes that speak they give us meat.

Eye’s delight can shift our plight.

When my eye will close I die.

Yet, in your eye my life can fly.

Author – Bill Tidsbury

Dandelion freckles

Brilliant freckles on the lawn;

glowing yellow, bright and fun.

Children love to pick and hold

common weeds that are so bold!

 

Soon the brilliance has been snuffed;

brightest colour now white fluff.

As the breezes flick and play,

little seeds just float away.

 

Cycles fill my world with zest.

Colours fade but seeds then sprout.

As I shift and dance in flight,

hope dreams big in fresh delight.

Author – Bill Tidsbury

Perfection

Perfection looks so different

as I try it on for size.

I stand before the mirror

and pose with what’s outside!

There are those who’re smarter still,

they’ve learned to use technology

to sketch the ideal pose.

I’ve known those who simply make

perfection stretch o’er that which is.

While others have a loftier goal

and seek to make things hide.

I chose to paint the outside,

with glitter paint so bright,

while inside me I hid and cried,

with my heart all cold and dry.

Then one day I heard  the muse,

simply and profoundly say –

perfection’s best is simply met

in grace’s mercy healing stream –

transparently – without a fee.

I’m made uniquely,

there’s really only one of me.

The value found is not in clones,

but in my own delightful joy,

living fully “me” and now made whole.

Author – Bill Tidsbury