Member Poem

UNCERTAIN

The voice of intuition whispered,
“warm and sunny,”
a swarm of bees
the taste of honey
and a hint of fresh cut grass
wafting on the breeze.

Could it last?

I’ve seen the sight of shattered glass
like pieces of a fragile dream-
too many fragments
to be collected up and reassembled-
how certainties trembled
when a vision of the past appeared
in the scrambled feed of memories.

Have things changed?

Has the range of emotions stretched further
with an even darker edge
or transformed to a rainbow-
bright colours and a pot of gold
for me to hold?

No?

I cannot know

But what is certain
is for all the times
I’ve been hurt and bruised,
ridiculed and used,
I must take the chance
on maybe one romance
to electrify the world-
to absorb the slime of what’s been hurled
from those who aren’t worth the wasted hopes-
those dancing, cartwheeling moments of existence
where all things feeling right
were crushed as only they (and all others) could.

If only I understood what it is about you,
what makes those endless years seem so few
I could know
if the grass and the honey
the warm and the sunny,
and the smells of summer would linger,
stay with us that little longer,

or if once again I’m set to bleed
on the jagged edges of my need. 

(Published in "Poetry Rivals- The finalists 2014 )