Poems by Amara450

Now that you're gone and I'm alone
To face the future on my own,
I wonder how, as day by day,
I struggle hard to find a way,
To justify this life of mine,
Make sense of my remaining time,
To come to terms with loss and grief,
To reconcile and find some peace,
Now that your gone, and I'm alone,
To face the future on my own.

This house, the home we strived to make,
A haven for our old age sake,
Now filled with random memories,
Of happiness that used to be,
No voices call, just silence fills,
The spaces filled by memories,
I reach at night to one not there,
Survey by day her empty chair,
Just ghosts to wander from the past,
And hollow aching in my heart.

My family and friends all try,
To ease the pain as time goes by,
With gentle words and kindly deeds,
They strive to ease emotions needs,
They help, but nothing can replace,
The one that used to fill this space,
So I return alone, and shut the door,
Absorb the emptiness once more,
Eyes full, cheeks wet, I long to hear,
The voice of one I held so dear,
I pray for strength to try each day,
Be positive, and find a way,
Through passing days and months now flown,
Now that you're gone, and I'm alone.

I've got my driving test today,
Am I worried? O sure, I would say,
And I know that I really look a fright,
I have not slept a wink all night,
Oh God! It's time, I've got to go,
One more drive in the rush hour flow,
To wait at the Driving Test Centre door,
For the examiner to cross the floor,
He comes outside, Oh! I do feel queer,
He looks very strict and so severe,
My instructors face shows no alarm,
He say's "take it easy, just stay calm",
So I settle in behind the wheel,
Do all the checks, and then sit still,
The examiner tells me what to do, and so,
It's mirror, signal, maneuver, and off we go.

That's it, the drives over, I do feel so sick,
Now comes the awful questioning bit,
The distance to brake? How far to stop?,
Which sign has that triangular thing on the top,
Where can I park?, and when is the time?,
I am allowed to park on a double line,
What's the motorway speed? Oh lord what a bore,
I really don't think I can take any more,
Then it stops! Now he's writing, his board on his knee,
Oh Lord! this suspense is just killing me,
Then he stops, he looks up, and my heart starts to race,
He actually has a big smile on his face,
Then he tells me, "You've passed", Oh I can't take any more,
What! It hits me as he closes the door,
I've passed, Yes, I've passed, and as much as I try,
I can't tell my instructor, cause I've started to cry.

She lifts her head at dawns first sigh and shrugs aside the sun,
And thrusts her tangled locks on high to where the winds still run,
With towering black and roiling shapes to make her presence known,
Where mortals stare at fading light to watch her coming shown,
She shakes her tresses free to where the wind will let them fly,
And spreads her arms and shakes her cloak to shroud with grey the sky.

The surging wind her ally now lifts high her dresses hue,
To fill horizons side to side to where the widest view,
Shows naught but drabness to the eye with only grey in sight,
And mortal man can only hide beneath the ladies might,
As she stares down with brimming eyes at landmarks speeding by,
With tears that spill and overflow as she begins to cry.

To scatter moisture far and wide to fall in showers vast,
Drenching field and tree alike as she goes speeding past,
Her trailing hems and soaking skirts press down over sodden ground,
To test the strength of those outside where no shelters found,
Where walkers caught out by her force can only curse and fret,
To speed their pace and bowing heads shield faces from the wet,

Then spent at last with drying eyes she lets the wind hold sway,
To let her garments thin and dry and speed her on her way,
The sun now stronger pours out light to weaken down her hue,
And shafts like arrows tear and rend to pierce her greyness through,
Then diffused to where she holds no form she whirls and fades away,
To bide her time to bring more rain, but on another day.