Apology

I’m sorry that I said that

I really, truly am

I didn’t mean to hurt you

Please take me as I am.

 

Those thoughts and words

Became more than just that

They hurled right at you

Hitting with accuracy, SPLAT!

 

I was so frustrated

I didn’t stop to think

And said some things I now regret

So quickly I could not blink.

 

So please don’t remember

The things I said this day

And hopefully those tears

I can help to wipe away.

 

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Ran through my head the moment I read the quote for the Third Monday prompt from Light and Shade Challenge.

The weak can never forgive. Forgiveness is the attribute of the strong.

–Mahatma Gandhi

More Than A Way To Travel

 

image: courtesy of Wiki Commons and in the Public Domain

Sea winds cause my hair to billow

Even as I shut my eyes

To take in the scent and sounds,

 

Salt finds its way into every thing

And the taste permeates my mouth at all times.

I find that I don’t mind as much,

Loving the ocean more than makes it up.

 

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Inspired by the Third Monday prompt from Light and Shade Challenge.

Like A Teacher

Repeat your words

Even should you be glared at.

Don’t let their eyes warn you off

Until you have shared what 

Needed to be said.

Don’t forget that you

Are here for a reason.

Not because you wish them ill,

That would be a contradiction to yourself.

 

I repeat and repeat and repeat to them, as if they were small children needing to be constantly reminded.

 

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Inspired by the third Monday challenge from Light and Shade Challenge.

Don’t Hide In the Harbor

How can I go on without reaching out

And never stretching to the top of my toes.

Right now I can’t stay huddled,

Buried in a pile of cotton to keep the cold away.

Only when I step out and feel the wind on my face,

Realizing that without risk there would be no gain.

 

Little something inspired by the third Monday prompt from Light and Shade Challenge.

A ship in port is safe, but that’s not what ships are built for.

–Grace Murray Hopper

Ghost in the Window

This was an empty place, no one came by anymore and the dust piled up. Occasionally she would see an animal trying to make its home in the abandoned hallways but more often than not it was just her and the spiders.

Sometimes she wished to leave, to go out into the world and see what there was in the sunshine. Instead, she would look out of the dust and grime covered window or look at the motes that floated down through the beams of light that managed to make it through.

Trapped forever as a lost soul, she was.

image: Wikipedia Commons, in the public domain as part of the Historic American Buildings Survey

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Inspired by a prompt from the Light and Shade Challenge.

Glinting Behind

Go on with your life

Look ahead and not behind

And keep your chin up.

So ‘they’ decided that you are uneeded.

So let your past remain behind

to in the sun, glint and shine.

 

image: Lyssa Medana

This little moment is brought to you by the Light and Shade Challenge.

Flotsam and Jetsam

While it is true that better times have been had

Keep in mind there’s no need to be mad

Because change is something that ever will spin

Making it hard sometimes to win.

 

Life is supposed to be hard that’s kind of the point.

To make you stretch and pull at your joints

Because there is more to be had than just gliding through

But, as is always the case, it is strictly up to you.

 

Times will be rough and times will be smooth

Above all the flotsam and jetsam this is the truth.

 

True is it that we have seen better days. –As You Like It, Shakespeare

 

This little poem is brought to you by the Friday prompt from Light and Shade Challenge.

 

Star-Crossed

With a sad smile, he disappeared from her life.

He’d promised to meet her at the old bridge and he’d been there, though she hadn’t been able to see him. For hours she waited and he never came. With a slump in her shoulders, she left, her head hung as low as the sun over the mountains.

“He never came,” she whispered as a tear trailed from her eye.

He watched, knowing that he could never let her know that he’d come. “I’m sorry,” he breathed in a voice that couldn’t reach her ears, no matter how closely he stood.

image: blenderman2 on rgbstock.com

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Written for today’s Light and Shade Challenge: http://lightandshadechallenge.blogspot.co.uk/2014/05/challenge-friday-9th-may.html

And this time, I got the word count right!