Fay Slimm.






Half-awake and stranded between the old
day and new,

coming tomorrows may look leviathan,

loom like clouds

of sharp-sharded, unreliable giants where
trust becomes sun-leathered

with nowhere to hide,

muscle-bound and most of the time


Yet after a sip of memory's comfort I can
shake weighty foreboding and

see where truth's rise

has been leading events,

toss off stifling clothes and walk more 
upright into the future,

shoulders high.

Facing fate with anticipation I find myself

able to smile at being alive 

and for having been gifted with love,

life's battles then lose a bit of their scary
sting as I dip grateful toes

into the moment.

Past moves have everything good going
for them I muse,

while I notice

the sky above is becoming blue.


  • dusk arising

    "Blue skies, nothing but blue skies, coming my way".

    No matter what is thrown, faith is enduring and recollection of past battle reinforces steadfast faith.

    Nonetheless your words speak of the worries and torment within as we balance fate and faith.

    Beautifully written as per.

  • Alan .S. Jeeves

    Good to record this and play it back with closed eyes Fay.
    Reminds me of Mnemosyne's daughter, Erato.

    Ex animo, Alan


    BRIAN HERE - Good Evening FAY - Thanks for your elegant POEM it struck a BELL ! For all of US in everyday life there is some life changing - Changes & even Decay ! The lives of Angela & I will change rapidly after APRIL New House - New Cat - New Neighbours - New Experiences (as a Husband & Wife) and eventually a New Family ! How will we cope having both been single fior over 30 years ? We are both MUSING and both praying for BLUE SKIES AHEAD ~ HELP !

    Blessings & Peace & Joy
    Love Brian & Angela ๐Ÿ’™๐Ÿงก๐Ÿ’™

  • Goldfinch60

    What a wonderful fulfilling write Fay, ending with such positivity,may that blue sky always be with us all.


  • Maxine Smith

    I felt quite dreamy and full of hope reading this one Fay.
    I just wanted to escape into that sky of positivity.
    Amazing work.

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