Jane Sparkes Poems

Stand alone baby
Proud and head held high
Stride purposely forward
Let them watch you walk on by.
...

Loves enough
She said to him,
Let's do it all
Together we'll be
...

The image is faded
A mist of passing time settles over memories of yesterdays in your arms.
Was it just a dream?
A cruel trick of a wandering dreamers mind, an ideal to aspire to or clouded over silver linings which never were?
...

When stillness roams the empty trees which are haunted by shadows of birds.
Inky skies with a torch light lunar finger points to reason beyond all doubt you linger upon my dreaming mind.
Touch my soul with past cliches drifting like tides through dull consciousness.
Reincarnations of loss and joy mix a noxious but heady cocktail in which to drown while rationale is at war with the idyll.
...

The image is faded.
A mist of passing tome settles over memories of yesterdays in arms.
Was it just a dream, a cruel trick of a wandering mind, an ideal to aspire to, clouded over silver linings which never were?
Who knows. Do you or I?
...

When stillness roams the empty trees which are haunted by shadows of birds. Inky skies with a torch light lunar finger points to reason beyond all doubt you linger upon my dreaming mind.
Touch my soul with past cliches drifting like tides through dull consciousness.
Reincarnations of loss and joy mix a noxious but heady cocktail in which to drown while rationale is at war with the idyll.
Cooling and singular, a shudder leaves unmistakable tension where serenity once was so falsely impressed.
...

Drenched again from emotions wasted and paths washed away by footsteps ill trodden.
Tomorrows will come come by then be past this stifling fog and the torrid weight of regret.
Wonder, full of longing no more as glistening lenses see through roads unlit into lightness. Dare to fly again, set free torn plans, scarred nerves and died loves.
To see me find in a different place the face you never expected.
...

I didn't see the love go away
Didn't know it could feel that way
Now it seems I am lost anyway
In front of my eyes you have gone astray
...

See you stranger with your eyes that measure, take notes and absorb my reality.
A strange place discovered, call it middle ground or no-mans land.
Funny that where no man treads a woman is safe but unaffected, no woman wants this anonymity, this vacuum.
So onwards into new regions we wander.
...