A Power Within

Category: Multiple myeloma

Praise Indeed!

Excerpt from United Press London:
Your poem ” Life Is Fragile – Love Is Not” has been recognized as one of the best poems this year and to mark this fact we wish to publish it to a new book called “Whispers On A Breeze a showcase of the best work of a group of Poets. This book will be ready for publishing soon can be ordered at all good bookshops.

You may read “Life Is Fragile- Love Is Not” here.

All Rights Reserved @ May 2009

This Time I Spent With You – by Susie Hemingway.

It seems to be like yesterday
this time I spent with you,
inscribed within my heart
rust gold and cobalt blues,
unfurled in beauty of this desert place
in infinite dunes that stretched for always
like endless domes diorama,
asking me to look forever not relinquish,
requesting me to see your life.

The warm winds of the Rub’ Al Khali
blew gently with your love,
like a sacrament anointed
within the centre of my mind,
awash my heart no clemency
the secrets of your soul,
in whirlpools of the desert
that stole my heart as easily
as the lushness of sepia light.

We ran, and fell upon those sands
while ‘drowning’ in the heat,
It seems to be like yesterday
the sands beneath my feet,
it seems to be like always
in this bejewelled world of yours
it seems to be forever
the love from you that pours.

My heart stayed in the desert
and this time I spent with you,

this time I spent with you…

*Rub’ al Khali Arabic الربع الخالي‎), which translates as Empty Quarter in English is one of the largest sand deserts in the world, encompassing most of the southern third of the Arabian Peninsula, including southern Saudi Arabia, areas of Oman and the United Arab Emirates. It can be cruel but it is breathtaking!

Copyright @ August 2009

“If I Could Dream You Well Again”

 

 

In dreams I make you well again
in the velvet of the night
you run with me in endless flight,
far away in thoughts of long ago
we run on beaches sailing to
deserted islands, strong were the arms
that pulled the boat ashore.,
in dreams I see you there once more.

 

In dreams I make you well again
your long limbs brown and strong
the warm breezes puff at our skin
we swim in blue waters
you touching my nose and cheeks
the droplets of crystal waters
dry with salty streaks,
In dreams the picture never alters
In dreams  I see you there once more.

 

In dreams I make you well again
to walk the sands with me
you standing tall, with eyes so clear
from El Salam  unto the sea,
to see the lighthouse in the bay
for you to breathe that salty air
for you to brush my long fair hair,
In dreams I see you there once more.

 

In dreams I make you well again
in the quiet velvet of the night
the smile that changed my life
from dusk until the light,
in dreams you dance with me
on islands in deep blue seas
close your eyes and dream with me
see those najoods that stand like waves
see those golden seas of sand
see the place you held my hand…

 

 
*  ‘najoods  – Sand Dunes
* El Salem – Favourite Hotel 

 

@ Copyright 2007

"A Special Day"

Wedding anniversaries are always special. Perhaps even more these days with marriages ending in divorce with what seems like a lack of commitment on behalf of many couples. We give up so easily when things don’t  ‘go to plan’  falling out of love at a whim! So celebrating another year together is always something to cherish, certainly something to be proud of.  The stress of modern day living can throw-up distractions that can lure us away from what is truly important. For many of us, we say our wedding vows in the  throe’s of love and passion to the person standing with us on that special day. Do we really think enough about or believe that  these vows, you remember? ” In Sickness and Health,  For Richer for Poorer, Till Death do us Part”  could be and often are,  severely put to the test in later years. Staying the distance is what is important when things go wrong. I would never think a marriage without kindness ever worth saving,  but supporting and caring  for your loved one and loving, even when due to illness things fall apart and are no longer the same, or – ever likely to be the same again – IS

Now that makes you proud, that is something worth celebrating!  I am so lucky, to have been able to celebrate another special year with my Husband Hamada, although life is not quite the same …it is still very special.  We have managed another year of married life together, when we thought on several occasions that because of  his Multiple Myeloma  www.myeloma.org.uk  he would not be here and there would be No more celebrations of  this, “A Very Special Day”

Wedding Anniversary - Hamada & Susie July 2009 003

Lora Conrad 17 July 2009. Everyone should have the privilege of reading Susie’s poetry. They bring real life to the forefront. It’s not always what we wish for, but, facing life’s valleys and sharing them openly makes it easier for others to accept also.

International Myeloma Foundation (UK)

Information on Multiple Myeloma can be found on www.myeloma.org.uk     Helpline 0800 980 3332.

More Poems Of Love on http://www.susiehemingway.blogspot.com  -Views 9238 @ 25.7.09

This Fight Without Choice.


It was never a choice was it?
it sneaked in and through
along and around,
this nasty wicked ‘beast’ that coursed
along the channels of our lives
it tangled and tried to spoil,
bent, broke, quietened and flawed
it tried to rob, steal if you may,
inflict, damage and take away,
it encumbered, hampered, distressed
and sapped,
this dark encroacher that went too far.
Still, it did not spoil or mar
love twixt us two
this fight…without choice.

All Rights Reserved @ July 2009
*This poem is dedicated to all Multiple Myeloma Sufferers and their Carers.

"I Wish I Could Untangle You" by Susie Hemingway.

Susie Hamada - Lincoln 2006 
 
See twinkling eyes that dull with pain
eyes once bright as fire flames!
we juggle pills to make it wane
with every day I cry for you,
moving now is hard to do
limbs get stuck, refusing to
unbend and move, as graceful should,
“I wish I could untangle you”
 
Dreams that see you run again
walk the miles that never end
play the games that lovers do
dance forever just us two,
this once strong man
who laughs with me
now has morphine in his tea
instead of  ‘bubbles’ in a glass
thinking of the days gone past…
 
Still we can dance  if  very slow
so legs don’t stumble, I’ll
not let you go, put on
the music hold me tight
and yes, it still feels  very right,
we’ll play the soft and gentle songs
the ones you love, we’ll float along
I’ll watch your singing eyes
and wish I could, until I die,
 
“I wish I could untangle you”
“I wish…I could untangle you.”

 

Copyright @ 2007

 

First written 2007   :but the sentiment is just the same.
“I wish…”

Stay And Sleep.

 

four trees - winter 2007

I can hear him sleeping
I can hear the storm
it’s fierce ebony clouds
scudding, the yellow flashes
spend themselves against
my window pane.
Trees crashed, branches fell
and my heart no longer knew it’s way.

 

Still he slept, his
gentle breathing at odds with the
violence that shook my soul,
can you hear the storm?
is it inside your realm
is it beyond your pain
is it beyond mine.

 

The sky lit and intruded
into my domain,
it’s clear shadows against my walls
a dark mark against my heart.
Wake and listen
do not enter that sphere
no, stay and sleep
quieten my province.

 

Stay and sleep…

 

*A Care-givers Poem.

Copyright @ 2007

The Waiting Game.

“The Waiting Game” a new poem by Susie Hemingway is on: http://www.susiehemingway.blogspot.com

As Sure As – A Lament by Susie Hemingway.


As sure as the sun rises
in the East everyday
as sure as your smile
lights-up the room where you lay
as sure as this calamity
life robs in this way,
as sure as my anger
snags through this pain,
as sure as the worried looks,
painted on the faces of friends
I see, there will be no gain.

As sure as the rippling tide
ebbs again to flow,
as perpetual stride comes
in the darkness I know,
as soft light fading
to soothe for a while,
how pointless this shattered glass
I hold in my hand…
for as sure as faded petals fall
from the ‘roses’ on your face,
as sure as your dark eyes
keep looking for me,
I’ll breathe and breathe again
so you will never see…

As sure as the gibberish words that I write
as sure as day, comes after night
as sure as this ache that grips at my heart.

As sure as….

All Rights Reserved @ June 2009

Photo: Courtesy of Matt Rutherford.

" I Write For You" – by Susie Hemingway

As sun doth melt the silver days
and fresh green buds do chase away
the remnants of these chilly days,
I write for you…
you sleep and sleep my only love
you miss spring birds and clouds above,
in dreaming slumber, days do pass, and
even though against the breeze
the fragile words do come to me,
still sleep stays on those lovely eyes,
for days are shorter dear for you
the circle smaller, in violet blue,
again the sun will find it’s rays
to warm your heart and fill your days
and I will spend my time with you
in quiet gentle solitude,
till this day, my only love,
I write for you…
soon once again, dear God for me
you’ll sit on swing, beneath the trees,
to listen to the buzzing bees
the rustle of the summer leaves,
then you will snuggle close to me,
when smudges of my tears
do fall, to stain the ink,
and you will sleep,
and I will write
my words for thee…

This Poem read by Susie on BBC Radio on 20 May 2009 during Poetry Week, can be heard, on: http://susietest.stff.me ( just scroll down, past the poem “Love Smiles” )

Copyright @ 2009

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