Mere Hobbyist – Demelza
11Mere Hobbyist
Demelza
Taroona, Tasmania
Australia
Picture It Competition Entry ā Picture B
The seeds of regret
Fell beside a river
And the river nurtured them
Wild and inviting thoughts splashed up from the rocks
Spilling onto the river bank
Soaking their roots
Feeding them thoughts of freedom
Turning them lush and
Palatable
The river carried their perfume to me
And I desired their knowledge
I sought through my mind until the river became clear
Reaching in I grabbed recklessly at the foliage
But it was beyond my reach
Struggling for liberty I tried again and again
Until all hope was gone and I cried a river
Humbled I knelt beside the flowing waters and made a harvest
I bathed naked in the river and
Bore my soul to the life giver
No one saw me
And there was no shame
I took the harvest to the market
Where you called me a hobbyist
Because I was old
But you are naive and your mouth has not yet savoured regret
You labelled me such
Because your craft is your breath
Both pleasure and pressure are your companions
To create is the essence of your survival
And you flourish like the perfected waterlily on a warm lake
Spreading your beauty abundantly over mysterious shores
Spilling your harmonious colours into creeks and rivers
Oh how I fill with pleasure at the sound of your voice
Call me tardy or late
But my beginning was delayed
And the path already strewn with debris and discouragement
My feet bruised and bleeding with no place to rest
I had to work with my hands
Suppress my imagination
Never allow my dreams to surface
So practised was I that it became second nature
And without thought I denied myself
More than was necessary
Always being available for you
Growing together and apart
And together and apart
Now allow my passion to weave its tendrils into your world once more
Let the vines creep along speaking quietly of my forbidden love
Let the blossoms fall as carpet under our feet
Let never the beauty of age be seen as bitter or discontented
I wish you well
You inspire me
With your beauty and your bluntness
Hobby or not it shall invade me
Until Iām over whelmed
Until my words become compulsive
Until my alias speaks
And I am no longer an old women looking for success
But your equal
Where age is irrelevant
And we sit shoulder to shoulder
Albeit mine are more rounded than yours
Bio: Demelza says this is a last ditch effort to be published by pouring her heart out trying to reason with the age old issue of raising children and being an individual in her own right.
You certainly are an individual in your own right Demelza, one that has been well worth getting to know through the pages of Narrator International. This site will remain for a year or two after the last submission has been posted on it. Be sure to use it in the future in order to allow us to know where we might be able to continue reading your works, wherever they might be published. That is a plea to all Authors on this site.
Well done Demelza.
thanks David – it certainly has been a great place to get to know people and share creativity – I will miss Narrator for sure. I have just completed the last chapter of a 14 chapter book so if you are interested in giving me your opinion on it let me know.
That would be great Mellie. Jan lives close enough to me that you could also get a womans opinion. If you do not yet have a publisher and can not afford self publishing, let me know. I may be able to make a recomendation or two as to where you could submit it for concideration. My own search continues, but I have come accross a few now which deal in many differant genre’s and are excepting submissions.
A full and wonderful tribute from the heart, Demelza. I, like djn, am going to miss everybody too. It has been great fun and I have discovered that the writing fraternity is probably the friendliest of them all.
in the beginning I feel we were all a little self conscious when it came to giving comments – but it would seem as time went on it became fun and friendly – so where to from here?
No matter what family commitments are taken on willingly, or are thrust upon you; it’s always important to retain your sense of individuality. This is something that you do so well Demelza. You have a unique voice and it has been a great pleasure to read your poems and stories. This a fitting piece to the end of Narrator. As always, well done! Cheers, James.
thank you James – I am actually overwhelmed by your comment – it is very encouraging.
Absolutely beautiful Demelza. The previous comments have expressed it so well. Your best yet I think.
Thank you Janet – where on earth am I going to get such lovely affirmation from, from now on LOL
Self affirmation is what we need to practice
Let’s hide not our talents underneath the matress
No need to scream or shout, just quietly set about
Renewing confidence, ability to shine
With ev’ry word and phrase free flowing and sublime
Our writing atunes us to what we hold most dear –
Muddled thoughts set us free as they become more clear
Although we may not see you on THIS written page
You’ll be in our thoughts as you tread a diff’rent stage
Every comma, sentence, each paragraph and more
May you words proceed you, the key to many doors!
beautiful Jan and so true – thanks