Deliverance by Jacqueline Nash

It is interesting how people read things into poetry. They will  analyse it depending on their mind set or religious beliefs. You may think that this poem is about someone finding religion, which was deliberate on my part. It is actually about someone finding strength and confidence in themselves.

Deliverance

Born again,
I have absorbed the light,
my skin shines like the sun
emitting golden rays
and I feel myself rising;
light as a handful of stardust
blown towards the sky,
arms outstretched;
I fly.

I am set free,
released from everything
that bound me.

I shed joyous tears
as I no longer have fears
or self doubt,
because the faith I have found
within myself, is devout.

I listen to my inner voice,
to the beat of my heart
against my ribs,
and that is enough;
I feel so alive.

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Fading by Jacqueline Nash

Fading

Colourful threads slowly unravel,
stitch by stitch they come undone,
life’s tapestry is disappearing,
memories fading, one by one.

Scenes so beautifully embroidered
through life’s journey to it’s peak,
begin to vanish from the story,
memories that play hide and seek.

Words become harder to find,
the world so hard to comprehend,
the simplest task too difficult,
unable to recognise family or friend.

Searching for any sense is futile,
life’s tapestry now beyond repair,
every stitch has become unravelled,
leaving only the fabric of despair.

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Addiction by Jacqueline Nash

Addiction

The craving so strong,
all dignity gone,
every cell in her body cries out for more,
the dopamine rush has taken control,
it’s seduction she cannot ignore.

This love affair is destined to go wrong,
a relationship made in hell,
it holds her in chains,
there is no escape
from the sadist she knows so well.

She struggles to fight the compulsion,
and the demon
that controls her existence,
but emaciated and weak,
strength of mind all but gone,
all her efforts make no difference.

Once again she surrenders
to the call that haunts her,
loads the bullet,
and spins the cylinder,
playing Russian Roulette
with bated breath,
she takes her partner
to dice with death.

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Eye Candy by Jacqueline Nash

Eye Candy

You coloured me;
the brushstrokes changing my pigment
to your liking,
shaping me with your palette knife
into a form that pleased you,
creating your masterpiece
to exhibit for all to see.

But you were unable to complete
your work of art,
you had underestimated my complexity.

You layered your colours,
and like a chameleon
I changed mine,
every time you thought me
shaped into a perfect image,
like a shape-shifter
I would re-invent myself.

The thing is,
you never took the time
to get to know me.

You see;
I will not be manipulated,
and so, I refused to be the canvas
for your vanity.

I am no eye candy.

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Innocence by Jacqueline Nash

As summer is more or less over I thought this poem would bring a little sunshine into the day and remind us of the glorious summers of childhood.

Innocence

I remember how the sun always shone
in clear skies of blue,
radiating warm golden light
making everything gleam bright,
on those never ending summer days of long ago.

I can see us all now
sitting on the grass,
so carefree and happy,
we could be anyone we wanted to be,
but mostly;
we were princesses.

We wore our daisy chain crowns like halos
along with our daisy chain necklaces,
the daisies protected us we had been told,
from being stolen by the fairies;
because daisy eyes stay open in the sun.

How we loved to search in the grass,
for a lucky four leaf clover,
it gave us so much fun,
we knew each leaf had a meaning,
love, faith, hope and the fourth of course,
well; that was the lucky one.

Grass stalks we found quite easily
and a whimsical game we would play,
we picked the seeds off one by one,
he loves me, he loves me not,
the last seed decided the outcome,
although boyfriends, we had none.

We would scream with laughter,
giggle and chatter,
blow dandelion seeds
and watch them scatter,
making a wish as we blew,
hoping with pure hearts
that the wish would come true.

Golden buttercups were good fun too,
we held them under our chins in jest,
“do you, don’t you, of course you do”,
it was the well known “Do you like butter?” test.

The simplest things would please us then,
we felt so wonderfully free,
in bare feet,
the feel of
grass between our toes,
we sang and danced in abandonment
with uninhibited spontaneity.

The hot summer day would move into night,
when in our beds
we would lay our sleepy heads,
and in sweet dreams,
we would relive
the wonders of our day.

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Sophrosyne by Jacqueline Nash

I will be adding poems periodically but apologise for not being able to view and comment on your poems, etc as time is still very limited, re previous blog.

This poem can be found on SoundCloud and on my Spoken Word Page.

Sophrosyne

So perfect;
does she walk on water?
Her feet barely touch the ground
when she glides into the room.

Heads turn,
they scan her adoringly,
and she in her modesty
is totally unaware
of her effect
upon their intellect.

She exudes happiness,
confident within her own skin,
she fills the room
with her presence
and the intrinsic nature
of her essence.

As she mingles
she says all the right things,
her sweet words trickle like nectar
into the ears of her listeners,
administering a sugar rush
of joyous raptures.

Like a breath of fresh air
she lightens the hearts
of all she meets,
for she has nothing to prove
and has no conceits.

Knowing what she requires
she never takes more,
for moderation
is at her core.

She has found her balance
in everything,
is in tune with herself
completely,
self knowledge enables
her to follow her souls path
and to live in an enlightened state
of flow and harmony.

When she glides from the room
her feet barely touch the ground,
her absence leaves the room
feeling empty.

So perfect;
does she walk on water?

Sophrosyne.

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Anaesthetised by Jacqueline Nash

The SoundCloud  and written versions of the poem Anaesthetised.

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Anaesthetised

I used to feel.

It began so surreptitiously;
the numbness.

It began to creep all over me,
encroaching,
slowly spreading,
finding it’s way beneath my skin.

Imposing emotional paralysis,
desensitising my every crevice,
disabling emotions beneath the surface
and filling me with a kind of emptiness,
a vacuum devoid of essence.

Now it protects me,
the numbness cradles my body
safeguarding my sensitivity,
protecting my vulnerability,
helps me to live
in my alternative reality,
my world of nothingness,
pain free.

I no longer feel.

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