May contain Rants · Uncategorized

Regret …

Would we ever have got past the ‘seven-year itch’?

Would our bed have become a bed of death?

I guess we’ll never know

Why did we give up on us too easily , me and you

Couldn’t we have fought harder to save our love?

I suppose life and distance always seemed to get in the way

Yet despite this no one could ever replace you

You are the frozen prayer, the miracle

I asked for

Back then

When my life was missing a piece

I now realise was you

I still speak of you in the present not the past

Because you’ve never really left have you?

You are my biggest regret for I should never have let you go

You are a constant presence that lurks beneath my skin

That stirs whenever I think of you

A temptation I must try to ignore

Mehefin Bolland © 2018

May contain Rants · Uncategorized

Words are everywhere…

I carry words around with me in my head

And in the back pockets of my jeans

Words I’ve written of when I think about you

I have words on bits of paper hiding

in journals on the table at the side of our bed

I find words in the pockets of my jackets

In book I’m reading

And in books I have read

Words I’ve written whilst I’m at work

When I’m  day dreaming of you 

Random words that lie dormant

in the draws of my desk

Words full of such emotion

And expressions of deep rooted feeling’s

But there’s only one word

The truest word

That says what I will always feel about you

This word I carry in my heart

The word is LOVE

Copyright 2014 June Bolland

May contain Rants · Uncategorized

Backpack Society…

What is wrong with this society

With it’s judge others before we judge

Ourselves mentality.

We daren’t ask of the roads they travel

We do not want to contaminate our feet

by  wearing their shoes

We do not want to be weighed down

by the backpacks that

carry their dreams

These are the lost

unravelled

left  vulnerable

By our Backpack society

We pretend to look the other way

We do not like to meddle

In  throwaway society

Where it is acceptable to queue for days

For the latest apple id

Yet we shun those that have no choice

But to sleep in piss soaked doorways

Begging for small change

And so I plead

Look into your heart

In this Backpack society

          Do not judge others before you judge yourself

Remember each and everyone of us

has a name

Everyone is human too

Copyright 2014 June Bolland

May contain Rants

One whole week …

I’m rushing the time away

Counting down the days

1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6

Then we will be free

Free from the early morning alarm and the rat race

For one whole week

I’m dreaming about the uninterrupted

days we’ll have, just us two

Shall we go and stay by the sea

And go beach walking

Perhaps we’ll go to the country

Where there’s wide open space

Or maybe we’ll spend the time alone in a room with a view

Then again we could just go potter around old boutiques

And sit in café bars just people watching

Have lazy lie in’s and get up at noon

Or we could have a picnic in the living room

For my birthday next week

Maybe we can do all of the above

After all we have one whole week

Of uninterrupted days , just the two of us

©Copyright 2014 by June Bolland

May contain Rants

Towards the sun …

I’ve lost my way

I ‘ve been running away from the sun

To a place that’s all too familiar

To a place tinged with sadness and pain

Where only dark clouds follow me

I need the stillness and the time to think

To recollect my thoughts

To retrace my steps

But I ran away from the sun

I have lost sight of my shadow

My guide that helps me home

But which way do I now turn?

East?

West?

North?

Or

South?

Then I remember there are five fixed points

On my compass

I need to follow the direction towards

Love!

Home to her

Home to my mother

Home to those friends

Who care enough

Who love me enough

These are one’s who light my way

On this dark forsaken road

Back to them

Back home

Back towards the sun

©Copyright 2014 by June Bolland

May contain Rants

Love you too much…

LOVE YOU TOO MUCH

Sometimes

I think I love you too much

I have tempered eyes of green

that stir emotions in me

That laid repressed

Darker emotions

That creep to the surface

Of an anger that was nurtured inside

And witnessed through my childish eyes

Of people who loved each other a little too much

And those scars I wear on my back

The ones you so often affectionately kiss

Those are the scars she gave me

That first time she told me

She loved me a little too much

But sometimes

I feel I’m morphing into her

This scares me

Sometimes

I want to shake you

Tear off your head

For being too nice

For being too bloody understanding

For being too naive in certain situations

And

For loving me back a little too much

But in your heart you know

I’d never touch you the way

She did with me

I would never allow myself to get inside your head

Like they did to me

Because I really do love you too much

©Copyright 2014 by June Bolland

images c/o brightly wound
images c/o brightly wound