My Poetry

The beauty that surrounds me happens slowly

with time stitching together all the colors

The hues The glows That make up a wonderful life

If only in My Mind

The curtains blow
The songs sound
The instruments play
The children laugh
If only for a day, they have set my heart aglow 
This thing we built 46 years ago
The musician, the man
The individual being that is so worn now
The weary tired lines
The pain he ignores
The one and only that I’ve adored 
It can’t go on
It can’t continue
But each minute, I carry within me
The beauty, the glow that surrounds me
If only in My Mind

© If Only In My Mind ~ Patricia B. all rights reserved 2009

If I weren’t me, Who would I be?

Maybe a little bird or angel, up in a tree?

Birds and Angels, both can fly…

So, why not I? 

Sometimes we soar, sometimes we roar,

Sometimes we just want more… 

The wanting hurts, we feel the pain,

We cannot soothe it, we cannot let it go

The wanting hurts until we can know

For once and always, the wanting we didn’t need

 

The wanting is merely a desire

To be more than we think we are…

It starts as babies…

Always wanting what we can’t have…

 

If I weren’t me, Who would I be?

Who/What destined me…

Who my parents were….

What/Who determined when my time would be?

To take a place or just use up space….

 

Will I be again…maybe another time…another place?

Then will I be me or a different entity?

Have I been before or just always and the same?

If I weren’t me…then who am I to be?

For now, I’m just me

Destined to be the best I can while in this place

Wondering if there’ll ever be another chance….

 

© peabea (patricia) 2010

The desk is there – but where is the child

It sits empty now

Seems so long ago

 

He use to laugh, dance and play

But now all he does is dream

For now he sleeps the endless sleep.

 

It was just a day

An hour

A minute

The snow and freezing ice were falling

Too hard to travel

He called home from the road – terrified

And scared,

Too icy to drive, but he couldn’t stop

 

On he continued into

That hour

That minute

That second

And there would not be another day

scribbled by peabea 10-23-09