Tuesday, May 23, 2017

For Manchester

Time is fleeting
Last moments remembered
What we shared 
Seems so distant and forgone
Who were we then?
Screams of joy
Now screams of pain
Where were the signs
That this moment
Would be our last
Were prayers to God heard
Were souls saved                              
Was love found
In the dust and rubble
Did you hold your breath            
Did you exhale
The clock has spun 
Around and Around
Who can tell the time now
Such a fleeting thing
Who knows when?
Until...
Manchester.

For the fallen ones
         Remember                                                         


Written by: Rachael N. Collymore
©2017
23.05.2017
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Tuesday, March 21, 2017

My thoughts of You

Your ability is more than the labels we conjure or the definitions we ascribe


Your ability embodies your heart and soul, that spirit that awakens with new purpose with every feat achieved. 

These words were coined for you, 'Yes I can' and for every human whose uniqueness surpassed our limited understanding... This is for you!


To experience a world through your eyes
To laugh freely without inhibition
To defy all odds 


To dare the day
To step forward unafraid
To challenge all norms
To say one must be this way or the other, yet still 
You learn,
You grow,

You motivate,
You inspire
Us


To be more than the sum of our parts
To be in the now
To be better

Happy Down Syndrome Day & World Poetry Day!

Written by:
Rachael N. Collymore
©2017



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Thursday, March 16, 2017

Fluid

Fluid

I saw her dancing
And like a smooth roller skater
He slid across to meet her in one swift move
To embrace her

And with each drop, notes splashed
Toes began to twitch and shoes began to click

As hips swayed to a beat that began to take form
A song, only they knew too well
Here it comes…
Spellbound to the music that evokes all emotions
Woooooo
The rhythm is in the dancing: Swoosh!
Here it comes…

[Randy Crawford croons, ‘Purple Rain’]
And she smiles as drops turn to showers
Her neck arches back in greeting, in surrender
Effortlessly, he spins her as the music takes over
Drawn to the vibration… a need…

To become fluid, to become one 
One note
One song
One dance
Written by: Rachael N. Collymore

©2017

- Circle of Poets' challenge: An ekphrastic poem -
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Monday, March 7, 2016

Guitar Strums


I awoke to guitar strums
To humming birds singing my song
I awoke to guitar strums
That played a melody to ignite my soul;



My spirit full, longed to exhale with oooouuuu, ooouuu, oouu
My heart smiled in greeting
Contented by the light shining through...
I awoke to guitar strums
With words that spit fire


My pores raised in praise
My ears peeked...
Heard the chorus sound
& my eyes opened with new sight to the morning. 

By Rachael N. Collymore
March 7, 2016



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Tuesday, December 15, 2015

The Jovial One

So here I am, listening to #Adele’s Hello... 
a random thought a minute later 
and a flash of you in my mind’s eye, has led me here... 
Although I resisted the urge to write your name on this virtual wall and 
although I have written on physical sheets, 
words to honour your memory - here I am ‘talking’ to you...

“Hey Rachael,
Hi uncle, how are you?
I’m alright, hanging in there... 
Love you...”

You were the one whose smile I heard and joy I felt whenever you were 
on the phone or whenever we had a family get-together 
- often at Christmas time by aunty Lydia (miss you dearly)... 

You loved being around family, seeing your neices and nephews or 
cooking up a storm - I’ll surely miss your pepper shrimp! 
Our last real meet up was following aunty’s send off... 
who knew you’d soon leave to join her...

I saw the tears you shed for her then and I feel those tears now - 
the absence of your presence. [Lord I pray for the strength... tomorrow...] 
I’m unprepared for this... I need more time...

But time was taken... from us... from you...
I’ll miss those laughs and hugs, uncle
Those smiling eyes, though with a hint of sadness at times
I’ll miss seeing your face light up when we sang praises of your food -
always happy to give us a second helping! 

Who’d have thought I’d be saying goodbye to you - so soon...
I’ll miss hearing your voice and talking to you.

We always wish we knew in advance, when the sands of time will run out...
Maybe I’d come visit you and check for you frequently and 
ask you tons of questions about back when and so on... 

Maybe I’d talk to you about life and listen to you 
or tell you what it means to me
Maybe then, the time would be sufficent and enough to say, 
“Goodbye, till we meet again...”

Maybe this time was... 
Either way, know this - I love you lots and I will miss you.
I will miss you at Christmas time, as I miss you now...
I pray your soul is soaring free... [Hug aunty for me]
I pray you’re with her and your smile is bright...
Tomorrow has come... I’m still not ready to say, Goodbye...
Uncle Lemuel, Love you <3>
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Tuesday, October 27, 2015

To Love Always

Today is one of those days...
Remembering the day you went on to the great beyond is never easy
Puts me in a melancholy mood, but not for too long.
'Cause you see, you filled my world, my life with many cherished, happy memories.
You were pa, my, our grandpa...
The one whose stern words were never harsh,
They were spoken out of love and experience to help mold us for the unknown...
An exemplar, yes - you were such.
You were a listening ear, a voice filled with much wisdom - and understanding. You were our sanctuary...
You were a storyteller, our griot
It was your way of remembering a time gone, a time forgotten, a time lost...
Yet, it was also your way of showing us the way -
In guiding us for this day when you would no longer be with us - physically...
When I saw those flowers bloom, "irises" I'm told, I knew that it was you - reminding us that you are very near, looking on from a distance, still checking in, tending to your plants and making sure I remember the how-to...
So while your company is missed and today conjures bittersweet flashes of you... I can smile in knowing that you are still around in every 'creek and cranny', in the keys of the piano and every note played; in every tree that blossoms and bears fruit, in the wind that blows our way, in the soil you toiled and every gardening tool you left behind for us... We can't find your old faithful 'straw hat' though - yes, we remember you in everything, everyday.
It's easy to talk fondly of you and there's no greater love, this is true...
For you've left a piece of you with each one of us and you've stayed with us... Grandmum misses you - her reminiscences reflect this and your love for her was undeniable... A man, imperfectly perfect, you were one of a kind...
Husband, friend, pa and grandpa... Love you always!














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