Believe

Do you feel it?
Just there,
that faint stirring
in the air.
A whispered touch
a subtle stare,
with no one to listen.
No one is there.
All around us
fairies, angels , spirits
watching over all
nature, human, beast.
I pray one day you can see
the beauty veiled in secrecy.
All you need to do
Is open you mind
and believe.

Never Part

Oceans deep
drowning in  sleep.
Frantic darkness unclear
I will not leave you to despair.
Take my hand
I will lead you into the clear air,
breathe deep
and be at ease.
Friends for life,
soul mates never ending,
I will always and forever
in life or spirit suspending
hold you in times
either quiet or crime
close to my heart
where my love will never part.

~ © Heidi Barnes

I See Colors

I see colors
all shapes and sizes
floating near then far.
I wander aimlessly
grabbing bits and pieces
trying to be cohesive,
just as easily slipping away.

Words are liquid
flowing aimlessly downstream.
Mixing and mingling
for my eye to see.
I pick out a phrase,
a sentence, a name,
each part of a puzzle
the ending yet a haze.

Life is joy,
pleasure, pain.
Never knowing which turn
will bring chaos or serene.
Stop.
Take a breath,
see what lays ahead
for behind is what was,
today a beginning
of a new thread.

~ © Heidi Barnes

This poem came to me as I was driving home from work. I quickly jotted down the first lines, but as those lines came they were not  in order. It’s the way my mind is working lately. Random thoughts, easily distracted from the task at hand. And once that distraction takes hold, I am lost to it. Usually a scenario or like today a poem. Whether these pieces all fit together for one meaning is up to you. For me, I started in chaos and colors and ended with a new thread. Have a beautiful day.

Timeless Age

I walk through storms
through sleet, through hail.
I ask for more
no lies, no tales.
Lay me down
in sleep we fail.
Your touch is deep
with screams we sail.
All I ask,
all I pray,
is to hold me close
through tears, through rage.
To never falter
when skies are clear.
With gentle touch
teach me to not fear.
My heart is open
as we turn the page.
Together we are one
through timeless age.

~ © 2015 Heidi Barnes

I Walk These Hills

The air is thick
with days gone by.
Emotions drained
nothing left to hide.
I wander these hills
seeing nothing of worth,
for the only the living
can feel the sun’s warmth,
the heartbeat of the earth.
I see you
through the smoke and mist.
I reach for you,
grasp for a life long past.
Aching to touch,
to hold,
all that is lost to me,
while watching it slip through my fingers,
dissipate into haunting memory.
We laugh,
we love,
we live life
day to day.
Never wondering what would happen
if it was suddenly
taken away.
I walk these hills
lost in grief’s crushing hold,
never to hear your heartbeat,
never to be warm.

~ © 2015 Heidi Barnes

I never really know where some of my poetry comes from. Sometimes it is a book I am reading, or a song that I am listening too. Most of the time the inspiration comes from a book I am working on. I become so engrossed in the characters that I am writing that they have to have some other way to express their emotions that won’t work in story form so it comes out in a poem. Sometimes, and when this happens the words are difficult to write, it is an emotion I thought worked out that has come back to haunt me. When it comes to grief it tends to be a little of both. What I happen to be writing at the time and a memory that pushes itself to the surface because I am using my own experiences to try and put as much feeling and emotion as I can into that particular scene. I think this one is a little of both.

New Years Resolution…or Not

It is the beginning of the new year and the tradition is to make a resolution that we are expected to keep through out the year. I have made my fair share. All the usual. Lose weight, do more outside, lose weight. Where I still need to lose that weight, making a road map on how much I will lose and how I will do it seems never to work. It would be as if I wrote an outline for a story idea. I have tried this, and every time the story just stops a few pages into the beginning. My muse cannot work under the pressure of following a certain path that has been laid out for her. I have a beginning and an ending, but how I arrive at that ending is a mystery I find out along the way. And many times it changes the ending. Sometimes a little, sometimes a lot. But what is important is that it all works in the end.

So I have decided this year not to make a resolution. That I would live my life as best as I can every day without the constant little voice in the back of my head telling me which way I am suppose to travel. Will I lose the weight? It is a distinct possibility, but I can live with it.

Have a happy new year and if you have made resolutions I wish you all the luck and joy of reaching them. I will see you in the days to come.

Heidi

Words That Haunt My Writing

As a writer, I am always learning. What words work, what don’t. Does that comma really belong there, or should I leave it out? Better yet, should I put one there? Then there are certain words that always make me stumble.

Then…than. It’s a work in progress to remember which one to use and to not overuse them.

Slide…slid, your…you’re.  These are more I know which is which, it is just my fingers don’t always type what my mind says. Then when I edit I miss them.

Just! (Which I just used in the above sentence. LOL) This word isn’t needed most of the time and needs to be deleted.

Up. For some reason I also use this word when it isn’t needed. “We went up to the door and opened it” when “We went to the door and opened it” is so much cleaner.

There are a few more, but the ones I have recently realized I over use are get, got, getting and gotten. There are so many other words that would fit and sound better than ‘get’. For instance, “I get it” would work, however “I understand” sounds a bit more sophisticated in my mind. “When we get there” sound  better as “When we arrive”.

Maybe I’m being picky, but as I re read one of my stories I have decided I need to ‘get’ rid of a few of those words. Editing, a never ending process that even when you think are done there is more to do. Sigh….

© 2015 Heidi Barnes

An Emotion Based Piece of Fiction

I had an…emotion. I guess that would be a best way to describe it. An emotion that was pushing it’s way to the front of my brain wanting to be let out. I needed to write words that I really had no idea what they were. So I sat down and began to write. I didn’t stop to edit, I didn’t try to find other words that might fit better, I just wrote.

That was the first two paragraphs. The rest came to me as I thought about what I had written over the next few days. I think it’s a culmination of a book I wrote that will probably never see the light of being published. I know I should be working on the second book to Destiny, but this one I call Broken Promises was calling me to pay attention to it. So in order to be able to concentrate on what I should be concentrating on, I took a little detour and worked on something quite different.

Here is it, the unedited version of an emotion that would not let me go. I hope you enjoy. 🙂

I didn’t understand what it would mean. I could see, feel, touch him, but to give in to the power that surrounded us, let it wash over us, through us, I never realized what it would mean. How it would consume every fiber of my being leaving me unable to say no to the feel of his skin against mine. How do you explain the unexplainable? Answer? You don’t. You get washed away in the tide and all you can do is try to swim against a current that comes at you from every side until you have no strength left to fight and you give in. I had no energy left to fight, and neither did he. We had fought so long against what we were, denied our basic needs all in a bid to stay human, stay sane. When this tidal wave of power smashed into us all we could do was try not to drown. Try to ride it out the best we could and pray when we came out the other end we could live with the consequences.

Hands, lips, teeth, nails. Pleasure became pain. Pain became pleasure. There was no end and no beginning of who we were. Our minds, our bodies, our souls, the very cells were all intermixed into one. One being, one entity, one soul. And the closer we became to the climax, the high the power rose, the more lost we became until in one explosion, one long ragged scream, the universe stood still. The choice final.

Afterglow is a wonderful thing. All troubles seem trivial, all threats non-existence. Then the glow fades and reality comes crashing back in and the warmth that covered every inch of your skin turns cold as ice as you realize what you have done. What it means. Who you have betrayed. As that reality descended, my skin tingling not with afterglow and warmth but goosebumps and chills, arms and legs wrap lazily around me, pulling me into a warm slick body. Slick with the sweat of our lovemaking. A body I know knew as well as my own. Thoughts of lazy days and sweaty nights plagued my mind. Thoughts that were not mine. Thoughts that should not make my body shiver in anticipation.

“Do not fight it, love,” his voice husky with desire whispered in my ear, his breath sending another shudder down my spine. His hands began to roam, sliding up my stomach to by breast, gently kneading, tweaking, making things lower in my body clench tight. “Where I do not know why we are here or what happened between us, I do know that I will not let you go easily. You are mine in every sense of the word, as I am yours.” He moved so he was propped up on one elbow gazing down at me with a small smile, though his eyes were confused and concerned. “The thought of not having you at my side every moment of every day clenches my heart to tight I can barely breathe. Please, Kara,” he breathed his forehead touching mine, his palm gently cupping my face, “Do not leave me to a fate worse that than the death that surely awaits when they find us.”

How can I say no to a plea so full of pain and promise? Especially when my own heart feels the same way. In that moment I decide, knowing with that decision I damn us both. Looking into those eyes that are everything to me I whisper, “I will not leave.”

The smile awarded me was more than all the treasures of the universe. For that smile I would promise anything, endure any consequence, pay any price. And in the months to come we would pay. Dearly.

~ © Heidi Barnes