THE CORNER 4 WOMEN

Saturday, 6 April 2024

ASKING GOD A QUESTION by Joanne Boyle

"ASKING GOD A QUESTION"
by Joanne Boyle

"Can I ask you a question God?"

"yes, what is it that's on your mind?"

"why do my loved ones say they lost me,

like a game of hide and find?"

God smiled and raised his brows.

He had answered this before.

It was a question the spirits asked

once they came through heavens door.

"When you where an earthling,

before moving here with me.

Your presence was was not just felt,

you were someone they could see.

They feel like something is missing,

and as they walk around,

they are looking for what it is

but lost can not be found.

You are still a part of them,

like they are a part of you.

You are in their every thought

and in their hearts too."

"So, why don't they say, instead,

God found my loved one today.

He came and took them to heaven,

and said that they can stay?"

At that, God just smiled, and said

"they know, and they will find one day.

another version of themselves

because its those that lost their way."

*****

Joanne Boyle Heartfelt

art by Steffi Krenzek

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CHAPTERS by Becky Hemsley

"CHAPTERS"
by Becky Hemsley

We all of us have chapters

That we wish we’d never written

Pages that we’ve torn or burned

Or locked away and hidden

We all have masks and costumes

That we wish we’d never worn

And lines that we have spoken

That we wish could be withdrawn

We all of us have characters

We’d strike clean from the page

And maybe big decisions

That we’re desperate to change

And we are very tempted

To pretend they don’t exist

To tell a perfect story

Where these things are all dismissed

But do not hide those chapters

They’re your story’s little scars

And they’re crucial to your tale

Though you might not think they are

‘Cause without them all, your story

Isn’t quite the one you wrote

And we have to make mistakes

If we’re to learn what matters most

Yes, without them all your story

Will be hard to comprehend

Remember - some things only make sense

When we’re getting to the end

******

Becky Hemsley 2023

Beautiful painting by Snehal Pendurkar - paintingbysnehal

'Chapters' is the final poem in my most recent collection which can be found here https://a.co/d/a4voxi5

BATTLE by Becky Hemsley

"BATTLE"
by Becky Hemsley

When life feels like a battle

In the middle of a war

And your battle cry’s a whisper

‘Cause your voice has lost its roar

When the shield that you carry

Can’t protect you like it should

And you’re struggling to fire your arrows

Like you normally would

When your armour weighs you down

And you are battered and you’re bruised

When the enemy’s advancing

And you’re sure you’re going to lose

When battle feels exhausting…

Put down your sword and rest

Save your energy

Because the war’s not over yet

But also look around you

To the others in the fray

And listen for the army

That is calling out your name

Tell them you are wounded

That you stumbled and you fell

Because beneath your armour

There’s a chance they cannot tell

Let them cover you

Say that you’ll do the same for them

When they are hurt and wounded

And your strength returns again

For now, retreat a little

From the weariness of war

But remember, you’ve survived

Each battle you have fought before

So give yourself some credit

‘Cause you’ve made it all this way

And I promise you are strong enough

To fight another day

********

Becky Hemsley 2021

Artwork by Dmitry O via saatchiart.com

'Battle' is from 'What the Wild Replied' https://a.co/d/0FETvAC

*****

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

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

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