Wishes and Dreams, Once More

Posted by Heather's Starting End on May 14, 2015
Posted in: life, love, philosophy, poems, poetry, relationships. Tagged: , , , , , , , , , . 19 Comments

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I held a heart that wasn’t mine,
It sang songs, but not for me
Just how crazy had I been
All along hearing,
So incorrectly

I loved you until, my heart bled dry
Till the music,
No longer played
Till the only sound within my head
Was the echoing madness,
Of an empty day

It was you, not the sun
That lit my days
It was you, not the stars
That filled my nights

Now it’s me, all alone
For which no music plays
Now it’s me, all alone
To create my new light

Dear Sadness and Loneliness,
You are just,
Mere vagabonds
Passing through
Despite your efforts
To stay with me,
Welcomed, your not,
As this chapter starts new

Because I fear not,
For the sun, It will rise,
Each day as it’s done before
The Milky Way, galaxies,
Stars of the night,
Will be mine for wishes
And dreams once more

A Love Story

Posted by Heather's Starting End on March 25, 2015
Posted in: life, love poem, nature, poems, poetry, seasons. Tagged: , , , , , , , , , . 44 Comments

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Once upon a time…

The Snow fell in love
With the mid-winter Sun
Not knowing just what
It was getting into,
Not aware just yet, of the damage to come

The Suns beauty, it speared
Through the crisp, cold blue sky
The Snow gleaming with worship,
As the days passed on by

Feeling so close, in white layers so deep
So high, on the earth that it laid
Fearlessly moving deeper in love,
But winter was ready to go on its way

Drip by drip, day by day,
Watching the Sun
Perched high in the sky
Drops now formed, upon its heart
The Snow knew time had come,
For their final good-bye

As its puddle grew larger,
The pain did as well
The Sun burning down,
For its last farewell….

No regrets, thought the Snow,
I thought I chose well
How different we were,
Only time could tell

As the Sun and the Snow
Were destined to part,
No matter how foolish,
Love still melts the heart

It’s the risk we take,
Each time in loves name
There are no rules of logic,
In this kind of game

Waiting

Posted by Heather's Starting End on October 20, 2014
Posted in: creative writing, philosophy, poem, poetry. Tagged: , , , , , , , , , . 61 Comments

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Waiting I was, I had always been,
The question was always for what
A moment, a feeling, opportunity perhaps,
While the answers, I know, I had already got

I waited for change in my life and it came,
Then wished it would go away
Realized this change, I did not want,
Then wished and waited
To have my old way

While waiting for sun in a midday storm,
The beauty of rain was missed
To close the umbrella and dance carefree,
While on my skin, by its droplets I’m kissed

I once waited for summer in winter,
That was the year I missed the spring
Missed all the flowers with scent of new life,
Missed the birds when to me,
They did sing

Waiting for morning I missed my dreams,
As I laid awake that night
Daybreak came, the stars had gone,
No fairytale visions from sleep came to sight

When I waited for love and I got it,
Waited so long till it came
I just couldn’t believe that I had it,
And then waited to be left,
All alone once again

To wait on the words “I love you”
With my ears open, but eyes then shut
I missed all your gestures, clues, the signs,
That showed me you loved me,
And just how much

Sadder than rain, love, spring and dreams,
Was waiting to grow, with my years hurried through
During that time the most precious was missed,
 I lost sight of the joy, of my very own youth

After Good-bye

Posted by Heather's Starting End on March 22, 2017
Posted in: death, life, loss, poetry. Tagged: , , , , , . 3 Comments

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I told him I loved him
His hand held in mine, as I curled up
By his side
Stroked back his hair,
His forehead I kissed
And said it was time to go to the light

His breathing, then shallow
I fought not to cry,
I felt Dads soul leave
Right after he died

There once was a time I was not so lucky
When God took my Husband away
There were no good byes, no last words
Behind with our children, I would stay

Numb to the bone,
Not a clue where to start
Love, anger and rage
Ripped apart my heart

Did I arrive too late,or did he go too fast?
There is no more future
There’s now just a past

Its’ been so many years, 14 to this day
Questions still come and go
Is it fair to complain and bitch about life?
I’ve learned I’m just human,
Oh, that I do know

But today somethings changed,
It took long enough,
And yes, I have survived

But the difference today is how grateful I am
Just for the chance to be alive

To value today like no other,
And each day that’s yet to come
For tomorrow could be,
The very last time
Our skin will be graced by the early Spring sun

There’s no time to waste,
To chase about
For a dream, when that dream is right here!
To search and to yearn for something more
And miss life that is present,
right at my door.

If we were told, this is our last day
Just think of the words
We’d choose to say…

There’d be “I love you”
Arguments would stop
We’d say “Don’t go,
You’re all that I’ve got”

But this is a day that reflects upon death
And if tomorrow should turn routine,
Take a moment to think
About what really counts,
Take the time to feel
What you might not have seen

For my Girls, With love, Mommy ❤

Loves Plight

Posted by Heather's Starting End on February 26, 2017
Posted in: letting go poem, loss, love, love poem, poetry, relationships. Tagged: , , , , . 8 Comments

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Let love be as wise
As the Sea Turtle
That knows its direction
Right from the start
There’s no second guessing,
No losing its way
It’s guided by just
The instinct of heart

With the moon shining high
To shed light on
The direction that is should take,
Like the amber of love
Navigates our soul,
To kick stones from the path
When there’s been mistakes

The sea of love
Awaits us all
Some make it, while others don’t
But the plight of the Turtle
Should be our example
To set forth on our way,
To never lose hope

And if we are
The less fortunate ones
That never will reach the shore,
When love has died
While on its journey…
Let ambers fade,
Rest your soul on the sand
Knowing that you,
Could have done nothing more

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The Poets Corner

Posted by Heather's Starting End on January 7, 2016
Posted in: arts, life, poetry, spirituality, writing. Tagged: , , , , , , , . 3 Comments

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There once was a poet that sat in a corner
Of a room inspired by peace
A simple wood desk,
A window of lace
Nature’s tones were the colors,
That calmed his small space

Outside moist snow fell, as it called winter in
Warm though, his bones did stay
Wrapped in a bath robe that draped past his knees,
One that’s been softened through wear and with age

To his right was a photo, silver mat framed,
A memory of earlier life
To his left, a candle, in its usual place,
Its wax slowly dripping a prefect dull white

It burned, this candle
Faster than thought
Frustrated his feelings, couldn’t be penned
They hung in the shadow
Between him and his paper
He glanced at the photo and sat back again

Visions of memories
Before his eyes played,
As if, it was a life before
A photo of time he no longer knew,
Tears dripped like wax
As those days, he mourned

A majestic poet, with so much to say,
Is now lost in a world of the past
A glance at the candle,
The melted small flicker
Ironically feeling, his life has gone by,
…Seemingly just as fast

The flame that struggles to stay alive,
Now symbolic, this night of his soul
The poet retires his pen one more time,
Keeps his thoughts to himself,
Keeps his pain untold

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Sometimes, an Acrostic Poem

Posted by Heather's Starting End on December 31, 2015
Posted in: acrostic poem, Acrostic Poetry, art, life, poem, poetry. Tagged: , , , , , , , . 9 Comments

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Sometimes I just lay, and take in the day
Oblivious to all that’s around
Mindlessly enjoying time as it flies
Eager for nothing but sheer silenced sound
Traipsing through and around my mind,
Intimate day dreams, which come one by one
Masquerade the truth, new fantasies born
Enjoying this day, of unrealistic fun
Sometimes, just sometimes

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Winter of My Life

Posted by Heather's Starting End on December 14, 2015
Posted in: ageing, life, loss, love, memories, poems, poetry. Tagged: , , , , , , , , . 9 Comments

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In case the day should ever come
When I’m no longer me
When I, the mother, that you once knew
Becomes the child so desperate, in your need

As each day that I meet
Becomes now a burden,
What once simple, now complex
When I’ve forgotten names, time and dates
Yet also forgotten all my regrets

Know that no matter
How distant my eyes,
And the feelings that I,
Can no longer convey
That deep down in my now
Voiceless heart,
My love for you still grows every day

I apologize now, so far in advance
For my decline, should it unfold
When the memories I try
To build every day,
Become deleted by error
By a mind that’s grown old

My winter may come at an inconvenient time,
Our seasons out of tune
While your life’s in full stride, just as mine weakens,
When your Spring is here, finally in bloom

Hesitate not to shed a fast tear,
Though I’m sure that I, will not know why
Remember my heart as it was when it spoke,
When life was young and had time on my side

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In Awe of You

Posted by Heather's Starting End on December 9, 2015
Posted in: faith, Family, life, love, Moms, poetry. Tagged: , , , , , , . 4 Comments

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In awe I’m halted as you glisten,
Your glow, your beauty, abounds
My Dear sweet one, you have never known
What once lost, in you I’ve found

There is no scale precise enough
To measure all my love
There is no day, long enough
To give thanks to God above

Stunning you don’t realize
The beauty that you hold
Your heart, your soul,
My treasured one
Your spirit shall’nt grow old

And if you find your world turns dark
Even just for a short time,
I’ll carry you till it shines again
Because your life my child,
Is the light in mine

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In Good Time

Posted by Heather's Starting End on November 10, 2015
Posted in: awareness, belief, creative writing, faith, life, poems, poetry. Tagged: , , , , , , , . 6 Comments

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If there was one thing
That I’d wish for,
Upon the stars that whisk
‘Cross this moonless black night

It would be a soft blanket,
From stillness, woven,
To wrap ‘round the thoughts
That race,
Through my mind

To put questions at ease,
Lay worry to rest
Grace time, for my mind,
So that it can attest

That the weight of the world,
It rests, not, just on me
That life moves, as it does,
Unceasingly

And all will come,
To an end which is meant
Some without rhythm,
Or rhyme

There may be reasons unanswered,
Belief may be shattered
But this weight of tonight,
In good time will unwind

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Dear Friends

Posted by Heather's Starting End on November 7, 2015
Posted in: cuba, life, miami, travel. Tagged: , , , , , , . 2 Comments

My Dear Friends,

My passion for poetry was put on a very unconscious hold. I have started a new blog that deals with my other passion, and that would be the compassion for those less fortunate. The journey begins in South Beach, Miami and I will work my way down to Cuba covering a fraction of what my eyes saw and heart felt during my 5 week trip this October.

I will be back here, not sure where the other will take me but I think I will enjoy the ride.

Anyway, here I am if you’d like to have a look

All the best and I thank you all for all you’ve given me in the past 2 years :*

Heather

Time Away, an Acrostic

Posted by Heather's Starting End on September 22, 2015
Posted in: acrostic poem, life, love, poetry, travel. Tagged: , , , , , , , , . 6 Comments

Passenger airplane taking off from airport headed over the Pacific ocean.

Travel I will, but without you
Into the air, high up in the sky
Moving across the vast ocean blue
Each beat of my heart cries a goodbye

Apart for the first, the very first time,
Weeks will feel like years
Anticipating already, your touch, your smile
Your hand back in mine, I’ll miss you my Dear

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Days Long Ago

Posted by Heather's Starting End on September 5, 2015
Posted in: arts, life, poems, poetry. Tagged: , , , , , , . 13 Comments

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Just write, just type
As the days long ago
Let my thoughts run wild,
Allow my feelings to flow

It has been so long,
Have I forgotten how?
What has long laid dormant,
Can I awaken it now?

Give me the power
To dive deep in,
To my heart, mind or soul
So that I can begin

To write and type,
Like the days long ago
When my thoughts ran wild,
And my feelings would flow

Somehow I don’t feel
That today is the day
My navigation is down,
I can’t find my way

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