My dreams
As Cirrus clouds above
Silent
Beautiful
Vast
Unreachable
Seemingly not moving
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To cross a bridge, a river, a road
Or just to cross a line
To close the past behind you now
For new life, new love, new time
If one leg lags
And will not join
The other on the way
If your mind can’t lose the heavy load
In the past then you will stay
For those in front will not wait
If your soul is somewhere old
Move forward both feet on the ground
That’s how the story’s told
It can’t be kept a secret,
When it’s seen in a mans eyes
A women always knows the truth
Of where his real love lies
There are 7 wonders of the world and there are 7 Seas
But there’s one that’s unaccounted for
The 8th Sea lives in me
It is a wonder of my mystery
Embodied in my skin
Chartered yet by no one
I’ve never let them in
Alive within my being
will you dive with me
To find the person deep inside
that cries now to be free
The longer that we travel
the darker it becomes
Light vanishes
now surface lost
Cold waters leave me numb
A long stroke further
from my heart,
together as we swim
behind the vault of feelings stored
Do you know just where you’ve been
I am desperate for the air
that fills me up with life
Hold on we’re going deeper now
grasp tightly for this ride
I think we’ve found the silence
chaotic world outside
Chaos in my Sea of life
I’ll silence with mind
I am naked now in front of you
raw now to be seen
The Wonder of my inner self
how I swim inside my sea
How deep is my person
Am I shallow in my thought
Can I fill your heart with sincere love
Is it your love that I’ve sought
What will this journey bring to me
What will it mean for us
To expose my insecurities
handing you my trust
I’m a person of both hurt and pain
A secret that I hide
A person of such fear and shame
Please help me change my tide.
Dear Child, don’t fret
Your days are not short
You have all the time in the world
Don’t run to be where I am now
for wisdom you think that I hold
I would crawl backwards if I could
for the innocence in your eyes
To see the world again unclothed
nary a face with disguise
Dear Child of mine
Enjoy your stay
harvest all days you have
Treasure this moment, this time of your life
of purity unscathed
If I spoke with wisdom of my years
then you would be told
I’d give it all, right here, right now
To see life with your soul
If I retreat from this world for a little while
Would you miss my face, my attempted smile
Not sure where to go, not sure where I’ll hide
Like evening sunshine entwined in dusks stride
As I struggle to stay up in the sky
A force pulls me down to let time pass by
It is winter now and my bones are so cold
The chill has shifted, casts over my soul
My inner twilight strives to survive
Wants absence from life to keep me alive
I’ll be going now for a little while
I promise to come back soon
So don’t be sad as I walk away
I need to escape my gloom
I’ll go gather strength to rise once more
To come back and shine in life with allure
Can these words in my mind compare
To experimental colors
that a painter dribbles
on to his wide pallet
Can these words in my mind compare
To the sound
of a Pianists first notes
stroked on soft ivory keys
Soon the painting breathes life
Ivory flows like a river
And for me my words
have come together
Can my poems been seen with love and hope
As the painting of Mother
embraced with Child
Can my poems be heard as sorrow and pain
As Ivory with Tenor
commanding their stage
Can you see my rainbow on my page of white
Can you now feel these words that came from my mind
My sheet is my canvas
Where my heart is at home
My hands the orchestra
play symphonies of my soul
Never trust that you won’t forget
the line you memorized last night
The head ready to go but slept
The mind already out of sight
In the morning sun fresh and bright
The poem with the killer start
for all to read with such delight
forgotten now it breaks the heart
Inspired by The Arkside of Thought writing his first Huitain. It took more time than I thought. Fun 🙂
That I am not sure what to say, is an understatement. A TREMENDOUS Thank you goes out to Kate Bortell from
Serious thoughts taken not so seriously
In the mere 6 weeks here on WordPress, I have met and read such talent that I go to bed in awe of so many of you. What started out for me as light humor writing, then the shift to mainly Poetry has truly been a wonderful experience. The admiration I have for the diversification of writers here is truly at times, envious. Thanks, a BIG thanks to those of you that have come to read me and to those of you that have taken the leap and follow me. You are all simply grand!!
To keep within the ritual, I am supposed to give up 7 facts about myself….I’ll give it a shot!
1) I despise lime and will not touch anything it has touched
2) I have lived in 6 Counties in New York
3) I’ve lived in Switzerland, the same Village for 23 years already and don’t ski
4) The Beach is the only place to rejuvinate my soul
5) I never watch Horror Movies
6) Pink Floyd is by far my deepest musical love
7) I have always wanted to be a Social Worker
There you go. 7 of me in a nutshell
To further advance this recognition, I have selected 15 bloggers (Writers) that I simply love to read and follow. If you haven’t yet, please give them a visit and a read through.
I look in your eyes, you look into mine
But do we really see what is there?
Do we see what we know
Or just hopes and dreams
With but a gaze of endearment so fair
Is this exchange that we speak
With unspoken word
Really a truth at all
Is what’s heard with the eyes
What the heart really bares
Can I trust that you won’t let me fall
Please don’t look again
Till I strengthen my heart
From the powerful sight of you
Please just look again
When I know we won’t part
And forever your love’ll be true
There is a Beauty in the gift of growing older, yes
A Beauty beyond any physical sense
Captured in our eyes as we’ve watch our Children grow
The towering Oak tree once small planted, the lush garden of our once new Home
Beautiful thoughts kindle from sweet memories of our life
An accumulated definition of love only obtainable as years go by
Youthful beauty has been replaced
Although the mirror we see each morning at dawn can discourage
As our face mimics a progressed time lined with many Tales
It has been aged from perseverance as well as defeat, from sorrow as well as joy
Our Life and it’s travels only now shows
Beauty has altered but fear not, it’s still there
Look outside around you and inside your soul
Beauty is a gift that never grows old
Tired of the stress, the lies and life of no respect
Exhausted from the daily chores and goals I have not met
Finished with a life where feelings are not heard
Done with finding good in all and looking so absurd
Superficial life seems to be trending anyway
Superficial life and emotions locked away
I may jump in and try it ‘cause it may be worth a shot
To leave the stress, lies and disrespect, become just what I’m not.
I’ll join in on the movement of decrepit human kind
I’ll go trade in my morals for whatever I can find
I’ll walk you fast in circles, spin your head all around
Never glancing back to care if you’ve fallen or you’re down
This should protect my heart now from the pain of everyday
My soul is so far damaged does it matter anyway?
“Once upon a time”
you were loved and treasured,
the focal point of life.
Now tucked away
upon a shelf
those times have now all gone.
You’re out of reach,
you’ve been forgotten
by caring, loving arms.
My Dear Teddy, I know how it is
when your Time is through.
You did your job,
you served well,
But there’s no more need for you.
As I look up and see you,
I feel a jab
as emotions come unfurled.
We are found
but
then left alone.
That’s life in this world
It’s a beautiful day in my mind
Visions that I’ve never seen
Gas lamps light the cobble stone streets
Merchants work
With pride and esteem
Exchanged is a nod and a gentle smile
as gracious kind people pass by
On a bridge
rhythmic clicks echo
of proud horses shoes
Still waters running high
In this vision of mine
on this eve of ash dusk
a gentleman strolls by tall
Dressed with grace
of long cloth splendor
perfumed with air of Fall
Lady on arm
her boots finely laced
a pillar of beauty so fine
rests dark auburn hair on the nape of her neck
rose scented skin divine
The intimate love
seen in their eyes
Obscures all I see
A Time, a Street , a Bridge, a Love
A place in dreams for me.
Is that not what everyone thinks about while they are on their knees, double layered in latex gloves washing, scrubbing, PRESSURE cleaning out the garbage can?
I do. I must be insane to wonder that something that was designed to hold garbage; milk bottles, leftovers, egg shells, chewing gum (which escapes the confines of the trash and sneaks to the sides), half eaten apples, to name a few, and the less aggressive perpetrator of the Paper Family gets stinky. Rudely stinky. And then I shake my head and think “Gee, how in the world could this happen” “Disgusting”!
Cleaning Ladies “Don’t do windows”. Why? Or rather “Why not”???? There isn’t any dripping milk on them, no mashed potatoes, strawberry yogurt, eggs (10-31 only), Gum (lie, it gets there too, told you there sneaky). What’s the hang up? Pane glass phobia? Not challenging enough? Then attempted my garbage can if the answer is the latter!!!!
There are things worse than a chore that requires latex and a skill of holding ones breath for an ample amount of time. Removing Cactus needles with tweezers from a curious 2 year olds hands comes to mind (yes, true story), walking on shaved glass while your hairs on fire (not a true story but an uncomfortable visual), or finding out that the electric razor that is not waterproof? ( neutral. Hasn’t happened…yet)
So the question, moral of this story, or however you end such a delicate topic as this ….I guess…is keeping something clean made to accept trash, sanitary insanity???
Thank you.
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