July 17, 2016

Breath of life

by Teatart

I think I can hear you breathing
A steady heartbeat
I think I hear you exhale
While you’re asleep

Safe and secure
Cocooned from the world
I imagine how your breath would feel
Against my weathered cheek

A miracle happens
Just once or twice
And a miracle
I know you are

Sleep tight my little one
Forever in my dream
Although I may never hold you
Know mommy is always near …

June 8, 2014

Revolution

by Teatart

Pardon me
I know nothing
Every word out of my mouth is jest

Say something
I would rather not
When treated with ridicule, rebuke and contempt

Dare not
I test your patience
My own mind is not requested in this place

Do as I say
Robotic
Programmed obedience is what is best

Following orders
Is what is called for
I’ve given up on being treated with respect

But in my heart
Is a rising blind rebellion
A revolution you unwittingly will get.

~ Sherrie Dyer ~

March 25, 2014

Gone

by Teatart

I imagined a lifetime
A lifetime to hold you
A lifetime of memories

I imagined there would be time
Time to watch you grow
Time to love you

I foresaw a future
A future of laughs and smiles
A future of happy memories

Although you were so small
And the world was yet to know you
I looked forward and saw it all

I saw you
I saw how much I already loved you
I saw how my life would never be the same without you

Now you are gone
Before my dreams materialised
And my life really isn’t the same with you gone.

~ Sherrie Dyer

December 12, 2013

Rain man

by Teatart

Sprinting for cover
Slapping, stinging drops of rain
– man versus cloud burst

~ Sherrie Dyer

November 26, 2013

Desperate

by Teatart

Three cups of coffee
And two glasses of water
– Loo out-of-order

~ Sherrie Dyer

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November 4, 2013

Big Night Out

by Teatart

Six inch peep-toe heels
Nails pedicured big apple red
– Blister on big toe

` Sherrie Dyer

September 13, 2013

The hunger

by Teatart

At times I lose myself
In the reverse conflict
Between love and hate,
Admiration and disdain

My hero the one minute
My adversary the next
Why I loved you
Could be easy to forget

I soothe my soreness
With pretty words
That reinforce my views
And righteously appoint me queen

But you have robbed me of that
Unsettling my perch and
Throwing me to the floor
Lest I overlook my imperfection

I am hungry for a few
Sweet sentiments
Sniffing the bare ground for
Crumbs of candied adulation

In happier times
My ribs were coated with fat
My tank filled to overflow
With love and respect

I have learnt the hard way
A touch is not always good
Bread is not always sustenance
And love is not always given without condition.

~ Sherrie Dyer

September 9, 2013

Prying Truths

by Teatart

Is the sky not sapphire for me
as it is for you?
But still – you see more.
“Behold” you command
but foolishly I see not.
I grasp …
but it is only air I touch,
flailing for balance
yet still unbalanced.
Is that not loss I saw
within the realms of your sight?
Proof?
Proof enough of thought?
My armour is weak
to you only do I give
yet I know not if you want me.
Do you see me as only a child
that is weak and ignorant?
Do you chortle behind sheltered panes
at my naivety and gullibility?
I know not.
It is only my inner soul
on a platter of polished silver
that I bare now.
Do you want me?
Weepingly – I know not.

~ Sherrie Dyer

August 14, 2013

Tomorrow

by Teatart

Where did the sun go?
It was here yesterday
It rose like normal
And set in a flame of colours

Yesterday
Its rays warmed my cool skin
Its brilliance
Left black dots before my eyes

But today
My world is in shadow
Cold, stark, dull
No light to draw the night away

The darkness amplifies my despair
Gives wings to my hopelessness
And claws to my rejection
It feeds the starving monster within

I hide behind closed doors
Praying that tomorrow,
Tomorrow you will be back
And the struggle will subside again

Tomorrow
Tomorrow
Tomorrow

~ Sherrie Dyer

August 7, 2013

Shadowland

by Teatart

In the silence that encumbers my heart
I see only your face
In the darkness that shadows my nights
I feel only your presence
But ‘tis distanced
Galaxies bearing the awayness of touch
Do you feel my thoughts?
Which ‘tis only of you –
Longing for your return, longing forth to you
Yet still I bleed
For it is my insecurities
That binds this book loosely.
Is it I that you burn for?
Banish these questions!
They haveth not place
But weak is he who ponders forth,
Thus salted is me
For ‘tween flame and ash I wonder
Driving my soul into that of frenzy
Banish these thoughts!
I haveth not time
I pray to you, highest Lord
Deliver him safely to the bosom of my love.

~ Sherrie Dyer