suddenly
in the middle of
the everyday
I miss you
like a punch in my gut
the pain spreading
in every fibre of me
thought I was
okay
passed all stages
of crisis
out on the other side
okay
but it never goes away
the missing of you
then I feel you near
placing your hand
on my shoulder
telling me
I'm in a good place
okay
I'm okay
You learn to live with your scars, ha de Gött!
The Sun, the Wind, the Water and Shadow playing in the evening.
Slow down and listen, Mother Nature’s show is always on. Ha de Gött!
It is always there. Even in the darkest hour. Behind the thickest cloud. In the longest night.
Trust in it. Hold on to the promise. Close your eyes and dream the day. Keep it, in your heart.
Faith, hope and love. Light will come through.
Shine the light, ha de Gött!
Alone in solitude.
Surrounded by the vast blue.
Highly valued so true.
Everyone counts, ha de Gött!
Like the Easter Bunny I was roaming the land. Don’t think we look for the same things but as I went through my pictures I realised that water is my favourite model.
I remember as a young boy, me and my friends spend our time by the creek. Like beavers we built dams, just to tear them down to see the fast flowing water fearlessly, like there’s no tomorrow, rush to the lake. One time we built a dam so large that people got their basements flooded, prescribed now I hope.
I can sit for hours watching the water flowing by. The soothing sound and the ever changing dance of the water. Most see the water flowing at a steady rate but if you sit down to watch you see it pulsing. Just like a mothers heartbeats.
Don’t take water for granted, ha de Gött!
the stairway to heaven
a hell to climb
when you reach the top
you’re out of breath
Don’t rush it, you’ll get there. Ha de Gött!
Proud they stand, long and tall
with brown winter coloured plumes
from king Frost puffs, refuses to fall
enduring force bends them right back
whizzes low, a reed choir call
while the fox sneaks over the ice
Best not to be too stiff, ha de Gött!
I wish I could
make new pictures
make new memories
I wish I could
hear a brand new clever pun
hear a loud laughter anew
I wish I could
see fingers over ebony and ivory
see fingers over guitar frets
I wish I could
turn time right back
turn things on track
I wish I could
To my youngest son. He should have turned 24 today. Forever missed.
childhood memories in a vivid blur
strong emotions creep up on you
what went down but not the end
gnawing in your chest with unease
an arrow cleaves your dream
in an endless corridor of slamming doors
wake you up in cold wet sweat
twilight zone between now and then
Sweet dreams, ha de Gött!
What if
Jesus rode in today
would it be on a
a noisy chopper bike
in a bikers leather west
white halo helmet
or
an electric scooter
letting the long hair
fly in the wind
-
would it be
blast through the doors
of the shopping mall
in the escalator declare
our sins with bombastic words
or
sitting down by the hobo
look with tears in eye at
the steel and glass temple of banks
You can’t bring anything when you finally go, ha de Gött!
UlleHaddock 