Expectations

I have had a bad couple of days after some unpleasantness that is best not dwelt on and the result was these two poems here. Steve and I will be away on a work trip for a few days and I hope that will clear the cobwebs away. It is now exactly 100 days until I start the big challenge that I have been training so hard for. Don’t forget to donate if you can please. www.justgiving.com/Daphne-Belt

Expectations 

Tried to be what was expected

But still it lay cold underneath

What I was and where from?

Expect, know for why and try

Feel the pressing, feel the teeth. 

Can it be done as expected?

Still and solemn as a wreath

What was I and where from?

Expect to try, begin to cry

Like the trodden path beneath. 

Fail to be what was expected

Reach out and feel the grief

I was what I was and from

Expecting  lies, as was I

Soft moulded to an old belief.

Penumbra

 

Waiting to start a new day

Leaving behind the old way

Hear what older people say

Watch the child I once was play

Remember the smell of sun on hay

The suck on stones in wavy spray

When jolly fun meant life was gay

Discipline from eyes of grey

The secret when to bodies flay

Rush to leave without delay

The smell of death and of decay

Of family in sombre array

Then wish the world would go away

In darkness palms together pray