To Singer with Love

March 27, 2019 at 9:59 am (Poetry)

To the Singer in the corner
You hold so many memories
You once helped to create,
so many lovely pieces.

To the Singer in the corner
I am sorry, you are not used
We love you dearly
You are valued beyond what you created.

To the Singer in the corner
If only you could speak
of what tales and stories that you keep!

About the poem: This is a re-edit of a poem that I wrote earlier in the course. The Singer Sewing machine that belonged to my Gran, since 1968, is now sat in the corner of my dining room. I am unsure about switching it on, it case I break it.

Permalink Leave a Comment

Memory and needle

March 27, 2019 at 9:57 am (Poetry)

To sew and sew
Where is the needle?
For I can’t sew and sew
Until I remember where is the needle?
From memory you hide
Until, my finger you find!

(it made me smile if nothing else!)
18 February 2019, 12:51

Permalink Leave a Comment

Me and tinnitus

March 27, 2019 at 9:57 am (Poetry)

I’m feed up of being me!
Of feeling useless and broken!

How do I look, to you?
To me I feel lost, broken and confused?

You look at me confused?

You don’t understand how alone I feel right now,
How isolating it is for me, to have this noise!
What you are seeing is a person looking blankly at you.
You’re not seeing me or my problem.
Are you seeing me as the problem, or the thing thats not providing the solution?

I feel lost, lonely, invisible, confused, scared, bewildered
I’ve isolated myself, cause I think that being by myself will help
But who is that going to help? It isn’t actually helping me at all!

You don’t know this, but it would be great to hear the sound of silence
To me silence would actually be golden
Anything but the whirl of tinnitus!

(23 January 2019)

Permalink Leave a Comment