THE CORNER 4 WOMEN

Thursday 4 April 2024

HOLD THE SPACE YOU NEED by Becky Hemsley

"HOLD THE SPACE YOU NEED"
by Becky Hemsley

I once designed a teapot

It was short and it was stout

It had a handle but I didn’t

Hollow out the spout

So when I filled it up

And tried to pour a cup of tea

It didn’t pour a thing

And it was useless as could be

One time I found an empty box

Or empty I assumed

But when I opened up the lid

There wasn’t any room

For me to store the things

I had been saving for so long

There simply wasn’t space for them;

No place where they belonged

And once I found a door

I didn’t know where it would lead

I searched the room around me

But I couldn’t find the key

And so I leant against it

Sad that I could not explore

Whatever might be waiting

In the space behind the door

And as I think about the box,

The door, the pot of tea,

I realise how important

Sometimes nothingness can be

How there’s magic in the space

Between asleep and wide awake

There’s peace within the silence

Of the pauses that we take

There’s joy in quiet thoughts

About the past; of what has been

There’s beauty in the standing still

To see what can be seen

There’s something quite exciting

‘Bout the space between the stars

And in those waiting moments

When a film’s about to start

There’s wonder in a balloon

That fills and rises with the air

There’s such a lot that we can feel

When not a lot is there

So hold the space you need my friend

And don’t apologise

Your space is where your wonder lives

And where your magic lies

It’s where you learn to breathe again

Where dreams can dare to soar

And you never know what’s waiting

In that space beyond the door

*****

Becky Hemsley https://www.facebook.com/talkingtothewild

Beautiful artwork by Michele Dodds

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THE EMPTY PLACE by Joanne Boyle

"THE EMPTY PLACE"
by Joanne Boyle

They talk about the empty chair,

but they forget about that Place.

The one that no one enters,

so it remains an empty space.

They talk about the empty chair

because it was once were someone sat,

but what about those Places?

The ones you were always at!

They talk about the empty chair,

but what about the life you left behind?

I search so many places,

in the hope that you I find.

They talk about the empty chair,

the one that I can't see, but

what about that empty place

that lives inside of me?

They talk about the empty chair,

they rock it to and fro, but

there is no change in movement,

in the places that i go.

They talk about the empty chair,

because they can not see that place.

The one where there is only I, and

the memory of your face.

*****

Joanne Boyle Heartfelt

art by Steffi Krenzek

ONE MORE DAY by Becky Hemsley

"ONE MORE DAY"
by Becky Hemsley

If I could have just one more day with you…

I would hardly speak. I would simply listen to your voice and commit every tone of it to memory until it became my favourite melody.

I would look at you. I would study your eyes and your mouth, and I would learn every angle, every pane of your face until I could see you perfectly with my eyes closed.

I would hold your hand in mine. I would trace all the lines on your palm until they became a trail – a map - that I could retrace on my own palm every time I felt lost.

I would soak you up and breathe you in until there was not a single thing that I could not recall at a moment’s notice.

But more than anything, if I had one more day with you,

I would hold you.

I would hold you so tight, hoping that maybe if I didn’t let you go…

You wouldn’t.

Yes, if I had just one more day with you, I would hope… I would hope so hard…

that you wouldn’t have to leave again.

*****

Becky Hemsley 2023

Artwork by Illustre Mayon

'One More Day' is from the book When I Am Gone https://a.co/d/2ozvqjW

Tuesday 2 April 2024

I HAVE HEARD IT IS CALLED AUTISM by Joanne Boyle

"I HAVE HEARD IT IS CALLED AUTISM"
by Joanne Boyle

That chocolate bar you gave me,

that was broken up in three.

The one that made me cry,

because they weren't broken equally.

Those stairs you walked down first,

as I walked behind.

The ones that made me cry,

because I like going first you'll find.

The breakfast that you gave me,

with my spoon of chocolate spread.

I am sorry that I cried

for the way you cut my bread.

Those chicken nuggets I love,

weren't cooked just right today.

I am sorry that I cried.

I can't help being this way.

I know i make things hard for you,

but I don't know how to change.

I am sorry that I cried

for all that I find strange.

You see I have my ways

and I know these frustrate you.

I am sorry that I cried,

but they get me frustrated too.

You see I am made different.

It's hard to understand.

I have heard it is called autism

and I need a helping hand.

To me it's all I know,

and all I ask of you,

is to please try to see it,

from my point of view.

I don't do things to be naughty.

I don't want to spoil your day.

I just don't know how to be,

any other way.

*****

Joanne Boyle Heartfelt

#autismawareness

UNSTOPPABLE by Becky Hemsley

"UNSTOPPABLE"
by Becky Hemsley

Today you are stubborn,

My patience is thin

Today you’ll persist

Until I will give in

Today you are wilful

You’re strong and you’re bold

Today you’ll refuse to do

Things you are told

Today you will follow

Wherever I go

Today you will scream

When my answer is no

Today you are fierce

And today you are wild

Today you’ll remind me

That you are a child

Today every minute

Will seem to last hours

But over the years

I will realise your power

I’ll realise your stubbornness

Means you’re determined

And I’ll admire how you have

Learnt to stand firm and

How you know when

To sit down or step up

So full of conviction,

Self-worth and self-trust

So today you’ll be stubborn

Today you’ll be fierce

Today you’ll have spirit

That must persevere

Today you’re determined

Today you’ll be loud

But tomorrow you’ll lead

From the front of the crowd

And where once you were wild

I want you to stay

I don’t want you quietened,

Silenced or tamed

‘Cause yesterday’s bold

Will soon one day I’m sure

Be a force that our world

Has not known of before

And today you will talk

Of the impossible

But tomorrow I know -

You’ll be unstoppable

******

Becky Hemsley 2022

Fabulous artwork as always by KEITH Proctor Artist

'Unstoppable' is from my second book:

https://a.co/d/iJ3bgdA

LISTEN by Becky Hemsley

"LISTEN"
by Becky Hemsley

Listen when it’s raining

As the water hits the ground

And you’ll hear a million secrets

That are hidden in that sound

The pitter patter raindrops

Hold the whispered words inside

Of the people who have shared them

With the velvet midnight sky

The drops that pound the pavement

Spill out anger loud and harsh

They’re the words and thoughts of people

Who have cried beneath the stars

The rain that adds to oceans

And their vast capacious flow

Is the grief of people holding on

For fear of letting go

The waters flooding cities

Overwhelming homes and towns

Are the silent words of suffering

Entrusted to the clouds

And when the clouds are heavy

When our secrets fill the sky

When our thoughts are too oppressive

Then the Earth begins to cry

So listen when it’s raining

If you’re quiet then you’ll hear

All the secrets and emotions

That are muffled by Earth’s tears

******

Becky Hemsley 2020

Beautiful artwork by Anna Fila (@af.anki.malowanki on Instagram)

'Listen' is from Talking to the Wild

https://a.co/d/gyBBmgR

CATCH THOSE BIRTHDAY KISSES by Joanne Boyle

"CATCH THOSE BIRTHDAY KISSES"
by Joanne Boyle

In a world of make believe

and if we had another chance,

I'd put your stubbornness in bubbles

and send them on their dance.

You were taken far too young

and I miss you every day.

The brother with his mischief

that was always led astray.

Sometimes I think I see you

from a distance in a crowd.

Then I hear your voice

as my heart starts beating loud.

Every birthday I have to ask,

how old would he be today?

It hurts for me to remember

that you got took away.

I wish that you were here

but what would wishing do?

So ill meet you in a memory,

where there was just us two.

I'll go back to our childhood.

I laugh as I recall.

You were always fun and quirky,

I now recall it all.

I hope you know in heaven

that I'm here loving you,

and you catch those birthday kisses,

that I am blowing too.

*****

Joanne Boyle Heartfelt

art by Steffi Krenzek

MARRIED COUPLE

"MARRIED COUPLE"
this is worth to read. I just love this story.

My husband is an Engineer by profession, I love him for his steady nature, and I love the warm feeling when I lean against his broad shoulders. Three years of courtship and now, two years into marriage, I would have to admit, that I am getting tired of it. The reasons of me loving him before, has now transformed into the cause of all my restlessness.

I am a sentimental woman and extremely sensitive when it comes to a relationship and my feelings, I yearn for the romantic moments, like a little girl yearning for candy. My husband, is my complete opposite, his lack of sensitivity, and the inability of bringing romantic moments into our marriage has disheartened me about love.

One day, I finally decided to tell him my decision, that I wanted a divorce. “Why?” he asked, shocked. “I am tired, there are no reasons for everything in the world!” I answered. He kept silent the whole night, seems to be in deep thought with a lighted cigarette at all times. My feeling of disappointment only increased, here was a man who can’t even express his predicament, what else can I hope from him? And finally he asked me:” What can I do to change your mind?" Somebody said it right, it’s hard to change a person’s personality, and I guess, I have started losing faith in him. Looking deep into his eyes I slowly answered : “Here is the question, if you can answer and convince my heart, I will change my mind, Let’s say, I want a flower located on the face of a mountain cliff, and we both are sure that picking the flower will cause your death, will you do it for me?” He said :” I will give you your answer tomorrow….” My hopes just sank by listening to his response.

I woke up the next morning to find him gone, and saw a piece of paper with his scratchy handwriting, underneath a milk glass, on the dining table near the front door, that goes…. My dear, “I would not pick that flower for you, but please allow me to explain the reasons further..” This first line was already breaking my heart. I continued reading. “When you use the computer you always mess up the Software programs, and you cry in front of the screen, I have to save my fingers so that I can help to restore the programs. You always leave the house keys behind, thus I have to save my legs to rush home to open the door for you. You love traveling but always lose your way in a new city, I have to save my eyes to show you the way. You always have the cramps whenever your “good friend” approaches every month, I have to save my palms so that I can calm the cramps in your tummy.

You like to stay indoors, and I worry that you will be infected by infantile autism. I have to save my mouth to tell you jokes and stories to cure your boredom. You always stare at the computer, and that will do nothing good for your eyes, I have to save my eyes so that when we grow old, I can help to clip your nails, and help to remove those annoying white hair. So I can also hold your hand while strolling down the beach, as you enjoy the sunshine and the beautiful sand… and tell you the colour of flowers, just like the colour of the glow on your young face… Thus, my dear, unless I am sure that there is someone who loves you more than I do… I could not pick that flower yet, and die.. ”

My tears fell on the letter, and blurred the ink of his handwriting… and as I continue on reading… “Now, that you have finished reading my answer, if you are satisfied, please open the front door for I am standing outside bringing your favourite bread and fresh milk… I rush to pull open the door, and saw his anxious face, clutching tightly with his hands, the milk bottle and loaf of bread….

Now I am very sure that no one will ever love me as much as he does, and I have decided to leave the flower alone… That’s life, and love. When one is surrounded by love, the feeling of excitement fades away, and one tends to ignore the true love that lies in between the peace and dullness.

Love shows up in all forms, even very small and cheeky forms, it has never been a model, it could be the most dull and boring form.. . flowers, and romantic moments are only used and appear on the surface of the relationship. Under all this, the pillar of true love stands… and that’s our life…

Love, not words win arguments

******

Thursday 4 April 2024

Tuesday 2 April 2024

"MARRIED COUPLE"this is worth to read. I just love this story.

"MARRIED COUPLE"
this is worth to read. I just love this story.