Biography of Jarmara Black
I have no training in writing I just write my thoughts and feelings down. I find writing a great release valve.
Jarmara Black Poems
I Am Myself, Self Is Me.
It is all I can do, To me to be true. I am myself, Self is me. I am not, What I am not and all that I am
My Fairy Child
She dances in the autumn sun light her flaxen hair all a glow her eyes wide and innocent
I’m standing still whilst time flies past, Waiting, waiting always waiting, I’m waiting for my moment, but wondering if it’s flown right past!
Each year that passes and each age that goes Leaves its’ mark upon the mind. Joy and pain, laughter and tears, love and loss All leaves there ghosts and footprints
In strength I grow, my mind I stretch Every muscle in my body taught in readiness, In readiness for my time I’m coiled tight ready to pounce on my life
I look at her and she looks back at me she stretches out her hand and by finger tips we touch my failings she perceives she reaches deep down into my soul
I look at her and she looks back at me
she stretches out her hand and by finger tips we touch
my failings she perceives
she reaches deep down into my soul
her I cannot deceive
she plunges deep into my mind and heart and finds my hidden cry
and this she extracts from me most painfully
Free me from this dark embrace of guilt and self imposed disgrace