Separated by the pane

I hold my hand against the glass
(Literally the only thing separating us)
Condensation makes an outline of hope
As if it will change things

A boarding pass
A plan
A goal
In two years will we still be whole?

I am surrounded by excitement
People leaving on a jet plane
All I feel is an aching

I desperately hope you will change your mind
Opportunity, dreams our future are the reason
But I am selfish
Can’t it wait until later?
We have come so far
And now must pause
As our future takes flight

You hold your hand against mine
(Separated by the pane)
Our eyes meet
I realise this is happening
No procrastination optional

The intercom announces last call
This is you
(Is this our last call?)
Will we last?
Our promise is intangible
The only option is to believe

Tears blur my vision
As I watch you walk towards destiny
(I thought I was your destiny)

I remove my hand, the marks fade quickly
Farewell for now
Until I can hold your hand in mine

(c) Lisa Moralee McLardy







An accompanied journey

Two steps (in the opposite direction to the one he thought he loved)
Was all it took

The love they shared was true
It was absolute, for a time.
But as the seconds ticked the relationship stalled
Leaving shattered debris and uncared for hearts

Unaccompanied he is left to contemplate
To adjust
To dream

Time moved forward to reveal possibility
For a while he coasted
Hoping for extraordinary but accepting the norm

Finally destiny realigned itself
And he journeyed with difference,
Knowing something would break the monotony

Along the path he found a penny
Examination revealed it too had a story to tell
Passed from palm to palm, enticing soulmates to cross paths.
He placed it safely in his pocket
And followed the path to the well-made-for-wishing

Unbeknown to our protagonist the penny slipped from
It’s safe haven, landing quietly on the lush grass

Now soul mates are meant-to-be
They search for each other and
Upon meeting the fall into familiarity
Igniting a connection established long ago

An equally enticing search for love
Encouraged our heroin to journey along the same path
A welcomed moment in the sun revealed a reflective penny
Just waiting to be found
The well-made-for-wishing, the keeper of extraordinary dreams, would accept this token
And reveal her destiny
Impatient to complete her task she followed the clouds and took a short cut

On approach to the-well-made-for-wishing she held her breath
And held the penny close
After a moment to embrace possibility
She closed her eyes and let fate draw the penny near
Seconds turned to minutes
She opened her eyes in tandem with her exhale

She noticed him immediately
(Her soulmate, she knew)
He was frantically searching for something
(His token for the well)
His search halted as soon as his eyes locked with hers
There was no need
The search was complete

Palm to palm they followed the clouds
Starting their long accompanied journey

(c) Lisa Moralee McLardy

A creation of wonder


Trilogy of the primary source
Confident to stand alone yet

Ready for a meeting of meant-to-be
Inevitably producing a trilogy of the secondary source

The palette is generous
Step by step each combination provides an explosion of amazement
A variety of every shade
A creation of wonder


(c) Lisa Moralee McLardy

I came across a penny…

I came across a penny

And I knew it crossed your palm.

How long before, I cannot be sure.

All I know is it will lead me to you.


I followed the clouds to a wishing-well.

And here my fairy tale turned its page.

I heard many stories,

Little tips on know-how

And to cherish life’s chimes.


I held your penny close as I told my story so far.

Secretly making a wish I let the penny part from my palm.

As it journeyed into the wishing-well I closed my eyes and thought of you.

A moment later you appeared,

Frantically searching for your penny.

The penny you saved for a single wish

Of love pure and true.


I came across a penny

And I knew it crossed your palm.

How long before, I cannot be sure.

All I know has lead me to you.


We bid farewell to the wishing-well,

And follow the clouds palm to palm.

Our fairy tale has turned its page.


(C) Lisa Moralee McLardy




Lots of To-dos Today

It’s a busy day, lots of to-dos to get through.

Determined to tick off a record amount.

Moving faster then I should.

Our tranquil living room welcomes the afternoon sun, just like it did yesterday.

Challenging my frantic, multi-tasking thoughts.

In a moments breath I see your smile.

You are playing so contently, so enthralled.

You know what it’s all about.

You have captured the moment.

This precious, precious moment.

The to-dos will be there tomorrow, but this moment will change.

Embrace this time and just be together.

Anxious pulls of errands and admin melt away.

In the quiet afternoon sun we play, so enthralled, so content.


(c) Lisa Moralee McLardy

My little wonder, my little one

Pure excitement for each day.
A chance to practice, learn and play.
Determination at its finest.
You are an adventurer, a daredevil too.
You are intelligent and know what to do.
Each day is yours to make your way.
You are an astonishing,
So confident and strong.
My little wonder, my little one.

(c) Lisa Moralee McLardy

20 steps I’ve taken

20 steps I’ve taken,
Since you said goodbye.
With each motion I made my peace.
For I knew that it would come to this,
I knew that you would leave.

That’s why I kept my keys in my pocket,
Why I let go one bit at a time.
Many teardrops,
But I hold strong.
Every time the smiles turned I prepared to accept and move on.
I know how to be.

My next 20 steps will be no easier,
No more difficult.
Rather they will be familiar.
Now is the time to say thanks for
The smiles and unbroken bond.
Thanks for giving me the blocks to build my strength.

I turn in slow motion, more so for effect,
And tuck my hair behind my ear.
A smile and a mental snapshot.
No more spoken words or lasting hugs.
No more unforgiving slander or apologies.
Just a flash of our initial love and attraction.
A nod farewell.
May all your endeavours be as great as our was.
May they last much longer, maybe forever.


I came across this in one of my old journals and wanted to share.

(c) Lisa Moralee McLardy