A Quiet Exit…

 

Maya Angelou walked away,

from the world today,

leaving behind a magnificent legacy.

She no doubt left her footprints

deep within the earth’s surface.

If you look closely, you can still see them

outlined in the fresh moistened soil,

as if she had just walked there.

But her footprints gradually became lighter,

until slowly they began to fade

as she neared her exit.

Her footsteps soon disappeared

as she crossed over to the other side,

where the grass is greener,

a new audience awaits,

for the wisdom she will surely bring,

and to find out too why the caged bird sings!

Rest in peace great lady…

By Sylvia Porter-Hall

 

Terracotta Dreams

 

In the depth of slumber,

terracotta dreams flow silently into existence.

Aburst with a brilliance that burns slowly,

and without mercy, quietly and relentlessly.

Etching its presence deep within the recesses of the mind.

A smoldering reminder of the fine line

that exists between the conscience and sub-conscience.

Magnificent terracotta colors

seer their way through, blazing a fiery pathway

that leads deeper into this temporary place,

that only exists while asleep.

To awaken, risks disturbing

the unique tranquility of this colorful space.

The sweltering terracotta madness,

gathers one securely in its clutches.

An unsolicited hypnosis cloaked

in an undetectable disguise.

Terracotta dreams will overtake you,

the moment you close your eyes.

By Sylvia Porter-Hall

 

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Private Anguish…

How could anyone know the pain,

of my distressed and tortured mind?

The mental clutter carelessly strewn about.

Many regrets have I,

but there is no one else to blame.

A bad choice, cannot be taken back.

What’s done is done.

My mind can only ponder a choice

than cannot be reversed.

No matter how much I hope and wish

that things could go back

to times before the choice was made.

I am now left to bask in the worry

that is mine and mine alone.

Anguish is the visitor that I invited

to this private party ~ by ‘invitation’ only,

that which has been readily accepted.

By Sylvia Porter-Hall

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Alone

 

Alone in my bed,

with nothing but the thoughts inside my head

to keep me company ~ but it’s not so bad.

For I am never truly alone

My conscience is my guide to places unknown.

Anxiety and regret ~ my silent companions

always there to mingle

with the thoughts inside my head.

A frequent traveler am I,

occasionally, interruption and distraction stop by

to wreak havoc on my solitary world.

I run for cover

under the cool protection of my sheets.

I am early ~ I am alone,

I lie in wait,

for my thoughts to join me…once again.

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The Woman I Am….

 

 

The woman I am is filled with hope.

My life experiences have taught me the ropes.

 

The woman I am is focused and steady,

to take on the world, I know I am ready.

 

The woman I am is sensitive and caring,

giving freely from my heart, I don’t mind sharing.

 

The woman I am is secure and stable,

to take on like’s challenges, I am willing and able.

 

The woman I am is aging with grace,

all the wrinkles in life have not left their trace.

 

By Sylvia Porter-Hall

 

Misunderstood…

The twisted dreads upon your heads,

are a wonderful array of madness.

People stop and stare at what you wear,

with a mixture of both sadness and gladness.

You stare right back at this visual attack,

as you proudly sport your attire.

The viscious stares, the sidelong glance,

to their displeasure, you are on fire.

The envy is clear and so is the fear,

as you make your mark in the world’s atmosphere.

The strength of your presence, brings a frown of unpleasance,

as you behave in your natural state.

A state that is great, at any rate,

for it ultimately determines your fate!

By Sylvia Porter-Hall

 

 

 

 

 

The Doors to My Heart

The doors to my heart swung open,

as I gladly welcomed you in.

How I longed for your companionship,

as I cas all caution to the wind.

At first things seemd so perfect,

you were everything I’d hoped for.

But then things took a turn for the worst,

a fact that could not be ignored.

The change took place so quickly.

I never saw it coming my way.

I could olnly stand there in disbelief,

in shock, not knowing what to say.

Of course, you didn’t see it like this,

even said I was way off base.

But this pain is real and my heart does hurt,

I think we both need some space.

This time apart, we should use wisely,

and examine how we really feel.

Then we can make a joint decision,

if what we feel is real.

So for now, I’ll close the doors to my heart,

as I give it a much needed rest.

The choices that I make in the future,

for me will be the best.

 

By Sylvia Porter-Hall