Tag: life

Posted in Life, Love

Postcards picture…

Posted on by Charlie Alford

Postcards picture perfect days

that magnified glasses will betray 

these fantastical notions

of still quiet oceans.

A mind, like a carousel spinning 

knows something is missing 

like a broken doll part

all alone from the start.

Dancing to someone else’s beat

unable to feel her own feet 

a marionette of expectations 

pulls away in every direction.

All I need is someone to lean on

a strong arm to keep me strong

A kindred spirit to harness 

the secrets and the darkness.

Postcard pictures perfect days

that hazel eyes will betray 

with the worn imperfections 

of a weary souls reflection. 

Posted in Life

Twilight thinking…

Posted on by Charlie Alford

Twilight thinking composes my next verse

The essence of my dreams dance in the sky

my life unwritten, a show unrehearsed

I want to be someone before I die.

I see her long frosted chestnut hair 

lending her ears to life, her eyes are shut

creaking along with her old rocking chair 

humming quietly by her lake side hut.

A lifetimes of words floating through her mind 

a verbal orchestra telling her tale 

a library of moments capturing her time

her life was for rent and now it’s for sale.

Twilight thinking of where I want to be

And where I want the song to end for me.

Posted in #napowrimo2015, Life

NaPoWriMo 9/30 – Is it worth it?

Posted on by Charlie Alford

Is it worth it?

To do, for the sake of doing
to follow the motions of growing
following what is expected
oh, this society is infected.

They say follow the yellow brick road
as long as you also do as your told
The land of Oz is for dreaming,
just fairytales and meme-ing.

Reality is conformity
follow the rules – happily
be judged if you take a detour
They ask, Is it really worth fighting for?

I like the unknowing of tomorrow
choosing which line I’ll borrow
making the day as I go
just another face in this show.

Why should I follow the motions?
When life is as immense as the ocean.
Why should I do what ‘they’ say?
Who are ‘they’ anyway?

Is it worth it?

Posted in Life, Loss

a sad thought

Posted on by Charlie Alford

Brunching in the city park
shopping from dawn until dark
inhaling strong chai lattes
in the labyrinth of laneways.

I’m staggering to recall
memories of us, is this all
random moments here and there
tucked away beneath the stairs.
Pictures of you are calling
through the hallway echoing
I remember, you were there
popping in to show you care.

The seasons have clouded my
memories of you. I want to cry
yearning for the could have been
dwelling on the should have been.

With the storm came the changing
your life was rearranging
contemplating what was next
every conversation hexed
a tired withering flower
yielding to a Spring shower
drowning in abundance of time
poisoned by the cheese and wine.

Posted in Writing 201

A Sonnet’s Future

Posted on by Charlie Alford

Tomorrow is the not yet travelled road
an invisible step on the cliff edge
reaching with outstretched arms and a blind fold
hanging tight onto today’s window ledge.
Drowning in the fear of not knowing
but knowing the next step could mean drowning
either way it’s almost suffocating
knowing today could be the ending.
But tomorrow holds possibility
a place where dreams and desires could come true
a blank page of an unwritten story
an adventure awaits for me and you.
So take each moment as time keeps moving
the lesson of life to just keep writing.

Posted in Life, Loss, Writing, Writing 201

An Elegy to inner darkness

Posted on by Charlie Alford

Haunting melancholy avenue
a silhouette in foggy hue
weeps for what could have been
while she waited for the great ‘begin’.

Her can of love remained unopened
the voice inside remained unspoken
she never knew how to be
all she knew was how to breathe.

There was method in her madness
There was style in her apparatus
She could see what needs to be seen
She could see inside the in between.

Our very own Joey Potter
but smarter and oh so hotter
She was the brains behind the beak
a genius that didn’t speak.

Clearing the fog of self doubt
and sweeping the shadows out
are done with friends, hand in hand
for only they can understand.

That with every drop of laughter
and every silent whisper
will roll away the darkened clouds
and a life is left, standing proud.

Written for Writing 201

Fog — Elegy — Metaphor

Posted in Life

the game

Posted on by Charlie Alford

The whistle blows loudly and there you are
kicking and screaming to an endless field
a great adventure for you to embark,
a dangerous game with no weapon to wield.
You can’t go back, there is no rehearsing
experience the moments as they come
another soul just beating and breathing
when you are afraid just hold onto mum.
When you begin your plot is unwritten
it is you who makes you who you are, and
searching the rubble like a lost kitten
will push your head further into the sand.
Head for the stars like the tips of a flame
roar over mountains, bounce over the waves
there is no book to this eternal game
today happened and tomorrow came.

Posted in Life

words

Posted on by Charlie Alford

venomous words are hard to clean
darkness taints a perfect blue sky
the photograph smudged and ruined
as the strong stench of yesterday
pulls on the chains of resentment
as her world crashes with a thud
her soul melts in the acid rain.
she made daisy chains in the park
on a pleasant suburban day
dreaming of all her tomorrows
while tomorrow lingers in the dark
wondering, how did she get here?
Hi de ho! Old friend, old neighbour
the dividing fence was her home
the promise of stability
with endless woods for her to roam
but the trap of good impressions
lit the snowball of red anger
corrupting her soul, she wants out
she wants sunshine in her picture
she wants the suburban postcard
the venomous words cannot beat her
the venomous words will not defeat her
she will scribble her daisy chains
on her suburban photograph

Inspired by the nursery rhyme ‘sticks and stones may break my bones but words will never hurt me’

Posted in Life, Writing

What will your legacy be?

Posted on by Charlie Alford

What will your legacy be?
Someone fetch me a cup of tea
Vacant eyes in a photograph
a smile with potential to laugh
the voice quiet and unheard
the writer speaks not a word
hidden behind hazel eyes
an ocean of silent cries
make your mark on the page
own your part on the stage
you’re the lead in your story
reach for your inner glory
stretch it to the sky like a tree
what will your legacy be?

Posted in Life

It’s only life

Posted on by Charlie Alford

Can you smell that picture?

It smells old and betrayed

burns when you look closer

The sun weighing over

the bones that climb the hill

lost girl at the crossroads

broken – social schism

rains bittersweet regret

there’s no escape button

just left, right and forward

until the end game – death.