A Life Intruder

Posted by Heather's Starting End on January 3, 2014
Posted in: belief, cancer, fight, health, life, loss, poetry. Tagged: , , , , . 2 Comments

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Uninvited you come
Unwelcomed you stay
Polluting my mind
Throwing stones in my way

I don’t need you now as I didn’t before
I have a life, I have Children
I want so much more

Don’t come here and threaten the length of my years
Turn beauty to ugly
Transcend smiles to tears

The thought of you scares
Your power so bold
Brings the strongest of Man
To his knees and to fold

Sitting here helpless
A phone call away
Confirmation if my intruder
is again here to play

Your merciless invasion of both young and frail
Bastard,I’ll fight should you enter my world

Secrets of My Sea

Posted by Heather's Starting End on December 28, 2013
Posted in: creative writing, life, love, Partner, poetry, Uncategorized. Tagged: , , , , . Leave a comment

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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.

Stolen Dignity

Posted by Heather's Starting End on December 21, 2013
Posted in: life, loss, poetry, youth. Tagged: , , , . 4 Comments

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We are born invincible,

but die dispensable.

An error of Mankind

My Dad, a Different Application

Posted by Heather's Starting End on December 20, 2013
Posted in: belief, cancer, Family, fight, life, loss, love, sadness. Tagged: , , , , , . 5 Comments

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His values in life that he kept till the end  and how just one word in between oh so changed their meanings

Strength, Knowledge, Respect,
Dignity, Fight, Goals, Achievement,
Friendship, Selflessness, Love, Family

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Strength, Knowledge, Respect,
Dignity, Fight, Goals, Achievement,
Friendship, Selflessness, Love, Family

Preview “Showcasing” of Posts that Caught My Eye this week…

Posted by Heather's Starting End on December 18, 2013
Posted in: art, creative writing, life, loss, love, poetry, youth. Tagged: , , , , , , . 4 Comments

Dear Readers,

I would very much like to take the time to give back what I have received. Starting in January (with a preview today) I would like to “Showcase”  once a week  2 or 3  posts from Bloggers that for some reason, in some way, caught my eye, my heart and/or my mind with their work.  There are so many out there with so many talents on different levels. Perhaps they will grab you, the way they grabbed me…..I hope you enjoy.

http://contingencypersona.wordpress.com/2013/12/17/a-true-reflection/

From the site of Drawn Strings. It was difficult to stay with this one because his newest posted after is just as wonderful The simplicity of the words combined with the depth is something that truly draws me back to the blog each time.

http://unawarebutunderlined.wordpress.com/2013/12/14/lies/

A writer that never ceases to amaze me. Unaware but Underlined is a blog that is filled with an absolute variety of poetry coupled with Photography. Her Post “Lies” is jam packed in just very few words.

http://olivianicolemarie.wordpress.com/2013/12/16/32/

Ahhhh…I adore this very young Lady. Olivia Nicole Marie, a 19 year old that seems to feel and grasp so much at her tender age. I hope she stays with the art of writing. Please have a look at Olivias post from just the other day, the one that drew me to her.

I hope to see you again in January!!!!

Should Tomorrow not Come

Posted by Heather's Starting End on December 17, 2013
Posted in: ageing, life, loss, poetry, winter. Tagged: , , , , , . Leave a comment

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So still is the grey frail man
On the edge of the wooden park seat.
Is he reading the book of his life in his mind
Chapters removed for end of life peace?

His hands now shake gently to and fro
Is he writing his last verse?
Scripting it over in his mind
should his body give up first

A last line for today should tomorrow not come
A last line in the park alone
A last line of a day filled with loneliness
In case he is called back home

Dear Child of Mine

Posted by Heather's Starting End on December 16, 2013
Posted in: beauty, belief, Family, life, love, Moms, poetry, Uncategorized, youth. Tagged: , , , , , , . 3 Comments

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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

I’ll Be Going Now

Posted by Heather's Starting End on December 13, 2013
Posted in: life, love, poetry, sadness, Uncategorized, winter. Tagged: , , , , . 3 Comments

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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…

Posted by Heather's Starting End on December 13, 2013
Posted in: art, poetry, Uncategorized. Tagged: , , , , , . 8 Comments

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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

“Lost” My First HUITAIN ( I think)…kinda fun to try

Posted by Heather's Starting End on December 12, 2013
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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 🙂

A BIG Thank you……

Posted by Heather's Starting End on December 11, 2013
Posted in: life, poetry, Uncategorized. Tagged: , , , , . 8 Comments

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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.

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The Arkside of Thought

Rabe MacSeoin

Lyceum

The Forgetful Genius

Jayblue Poems

We Drink Because Were Poets

Green Light Lady

The POWER and the GLORY

Fly in my Wine

3 Words

distill life

Minimal Mess

Gotta Find a Home

Gaze of Endearment

Posted by Heather's Starting End on December 9, 2013
Posted in: belief, love, Men, Partner, poetry, Uncategorized. Tagged: , , , , , . 8 Comments

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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

Accept Beauty

Posted by Heather's Starting End on December 5, 2013
Posted in: ageing, beauty, belief, life, love, poetry, Uncategorized, winter, youth. Tagged: , , , , , . 10 Comments

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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

Superficial Life

Posted by Heather's Starting End on December 4, 2013
Posted in: life, poetry, sadness, Uncategorized. Tagged: , , , , , , . 6 Comments

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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?

Symbolic Reality of a Bear

Posted by Heather's Starting End on December 4, 2013
Posted in: life, loss, love, poetry, Uncategorized. Tagged: , , , , , , . 4 Comments

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“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