Thursday, 23 August 2012

Ode to my Grandfather

Ode to my Grandfather

As a child, alone
in a world of my own
sitting at my grandfather’s piano
making connections with tomorrow

Vivid memories faded
jaded, as aged thirteen my
musical journey
was brought to an abrupt end

The passage of time
doesn’t stand still
only life’s reality
of continued disruptions filter through

Now the year is 2009
and I recall those vivid memories
as I sit at my piano
in my own studio

This time with guidance
this time my musical journey
and this ‘new’ beginning
has no abrupt end

And I settle comfortably in
and although I will always dream
of what might have been
then; I know my journey now

The keys are mine for the taking;
music is mine for the making.

© Nicole Moore 2009

Monday, 6 August 2012

Youthful Dreams - a poem

Youthful dreams

Youthful dreams
of a knight in shining armour
were short-lived,
as soon as I showed up in
the world of young men,

Whose smiles seemed to
mean a different scene
to the one played out in my head,
where I'd tell myself
he must like you.

“What's your name?”
Would be quickly followed by
“Where do you live; do you live on your own?”
My air of independence
oozing out of every pore.

His game became apparent
as irritation slipped through
“One kiss just won't do” he'd say
when a loving kiss was
all I needed, wanted.

I withdrew a little
and guarded I tried something new.
My love search became an afterthought;
first came affection
followed by sexual connections.

Occasionally love surprised me,
surfacing when he wanted more
and I felt a kind of light-heartedness,
laughter set in,
a self consciousness would capture us

And then as we grew familiar
we would take each other
for granted; jealousy would
creep in and rattle our world.
Trusting became the new challenge.

Love, fun, faded.

©Nicole Moore 2012