3/11

The floor pounds,

Smashing sounds,

One big thud.

Hit the floor hard.

Bruises, shock and pain.

Sirens blare,

People stare.

Disbelief and fear.

One big wave.

Early grave.

Doesn't stop.

Fills the shops,

Forces cars away.

Run, fast run.

Water comes.

Heart beats racing,

Wave still chasing.

Find the highest place.

Crack and crumble.

House is rubble.

Nothing here

But screams and fear.

Lost my wife,

Lost my daughter.

Where is my son?

Pray they are safe,

Pray they are alive.

Pray they knew to run.

Cities gone.

Heartbreak is long.

Never ending pain.

Big shakes rock.

Big waves shock.

Death and despair.

Water won't stop.

Temperature drops.

Cold, alone and scared.

© Leonora Sophie

A Poem

I can't write a poem

Without a pen in my hand,

Because there's something about my emotions

The keyboard doesn't understand.

Feelings join together

Like the words on the page,

Words of sadness and sorrow,

Or sometimes of rage.

Happy thoughts often flow

And on paper I jot

Everything my mind thinks,

Which is often a lot.

A poem can say so much

And not mean a thing,

Yet, just a few words

Can clarify so many things.

It's a form of expression

My brain can comprehend.

It's my thoughts and ideas

From the first word to the end.

© Leonora Sophie

Japan ♥♥ ♥ ♥♥ ♥ ♥♥ ♥

Wibble, Wobble,

Tipple, Topple,

That's what I can handle.

Great big shakes,

Nightmare quakes,

Not sure I can cope.

Gas explosions,

Nuclear reactors,

Aftershocks and more.

This isn't the time,

This isn't the place

to say we should have prepped more.

Japan is strong,

Japan is amazing,

but on this, can't stand alone.

We all need strength,

We all need love

For this country we call home.

© Leonora Sophie

Fame

To fame they climb,

A rocket-fuelled ride,

Standing by each other’s side.

Eyes are blinkered,

Ears are blocked.

When one makes a move,

The other looks shot.

Who earns the money?

Who gets the fame?

And when it all goes wrong,

Who is to blame?

Behind the curtains,

Behind the scenes,

If only all of it could mean

Something concrete,

Something sure.

There is no love,

This isn’t pure .

No stepping forward.

No stepping back.

Stuck in a time warp,

Staring at my lap.

What to do?

What to say?

All I can do is step away....

© Leonora Sophie

CHRISTMAS DAY

The lights are up,

Twinkling in the street.

There's so much excitement

In the kids that you meet.

They're wrapped up warm;

Gloves, coats and hats,

'Tis the season to be jolly

And to eat and get fat!

The family are at the table,

With turkey and mince pies.

All the presents have been opened.

Soon time to rest the eyes

And the belly too,

For we have eaten too much.

No food tomorrow,

No turkey sandwiches for lunch!

Christmas speech and movie

All send me to sleep.

I shall wake in the evening,

When all the family creep in

As they bring in the cake,

All covered in flames -

I'm still too full!

Let's move onto the games.

A day filled with fun

And happy times we share.

We love Christmas,

For we have no cares.

Merry Christmas to you and one and all

As we clink our glasses and watch the snow fall.

© Leonora Sophie

Stepping outside...

There's mystery and wonder all around me.

There's a magic of life that astounds me.

But in this room,

I only feel gloom,

As the walls cave in all around me.

My space is suddenly so limited.

All my actions, so restricted.

I used to have so much time,

But now, not even a second is mine,

I want to live in a world less inhibited.

I can but wait,

As I decide my fate,

But what of the world outside me?

What will I not see?

What if I'm too late?

Let's take a deep breath, one, two.

Look around, is there anything new?

Time shall tell

What we know so well:

That there's change and it's coming to you.

© Leonora Sophie

this stabbing pain

a stab in the heart,

a stab in the brain,

are you really going to put me through this again?

the knife cuts the wound;

a blade so sharp,

tearing the skin,

tears up my heart.

why do you do it?

why do you kill?

there was a love there for someone to share.

But you sliced it right open

and seem to do it so often

with no remorse,

nor any thought

put the blade down,

take away your frown,

and lose the anger inside,

perhaps you can start again?

but this time with no pain,

but first you must look back

look at what you've done,

look at what you can see

simply take a good look.

© Leonora Sophie