I intended to post this here to begin with, but messed up. Still getting used to being back, and there are changes to WordPress since I’ve been away that are tripping me up a bit as well. Anyway, I went to reblog it and accidentally reblogged it to my blog too. LOL…so I’m posting it here too. I WILL get used to this again. :)
Shhh
Amid the silence
Soft whispers of wind
Soothe my restless soul
they seemed to meet quite by accident
but something in their eyes told them otherwise
this wouldn’t be their first conversation
but it always felt like it could be the last
like a patient who knows their time is near
with so many faces yet to see
and confessions to make
and sunsets to end
their now daily talks lasted for hours
even after they left that little cafe
feverishly texting on the bus back home
sometimes through the hush of their night
they would talk of paintings, songs and poetry
any silly thing as long as there was a reply
the hold on each other so tenuous
an undertow the pull of fear as real
he not so accidently brushed her hand on the table
she instinctively recoiled placing it on her lap
she apologized quickly she was sorry
but regretted showing him so much
his practiced stoic reaction said little
this time his heart tried valiantly to follow
‘but isn’t that how it always goes?’
setting a few more bricks in the wall
he was a little braver than she was
or maybe his clock was just ticking faster than hers
he said the words that they both feared
and knew it was wrong the moment he spoke
two hearts waiting in the wings
for love to speak and heal their pain
all the words they shared between them
could not help them say goodbye
.
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a great big hug to my daughter for sharing this song yesterday,
please feel free to listen to it as a soundtrack as i did writing.
This was a poem I wrote last year, July 26 to be precise. I haven't written much new material for awhile...have been busy with other things and kind of have set all that writing on the shelf for a good while. But lately I've been reading through a lot of it again.
I'm posting this poem again not because there's any particular kind of drama going on at the moment in my life...just something I was talking about recently with a friend, and about taking the drama and finding comedy within it as much as possible.
I was walking out the front door and noticed the Mr. Lincoln rose was particularly beautiful. I used my cell phone to snap a pic. The water droplets didn’t come through as crisp as I would have liked…you can see the sheen of the droplets. This rose is a fragrant reminder of my mom’s love of roses. First generated in 1964, the rose was transplanted from my folk’s house after their deaths and the sale of their home.
often in
vulnerable
moments
or any
random
millisecond
in
the
tiniest
stain
scent
syllable
spark
igniting its
p a i n f u l
memory
because
i hold so near
the echo of
e a c h
tear
i
ever
caused
…and regrets
and my searing
m e l a n c h o l y
but
if this
is the
story
of the
world
unfolded
why such
a sad way to
…finally reach
shore
home
find
love
y o u ?
.
.
.
.
We only hurt the ones we love
Why we don’t need a reason
Gonna get all that you deserve
And all that you believe in
Beth Orton
I haven't been back here in so long I couldn't remember my password. I am as a result seriously behind on notifications, and I apologize if you have commented for no reply. Life has been busy, but there's much to be thankful for.
Since I've been here, I completed my massage therapy schooling. YAY! I took the National exam on Monday and passed that, so have sent off for my license, and am thankful about that.
Different
Because it was too scary,
I had to run away quickly,
Because it was too crazy,
That pain put me on my knees.
I never should have come back,
That place was kept in the dark,
Because sweetness is my lack…
I kept on waiting for the spark.
In the night of my desires,
Found a way to get higher,
But when this love expires,
I’m scorched on the barbed wire.
Between a dream and a nightmare,
Keep walking but my feet are bare,
I should wake up, start to care…
Stars show such a different flare !
May, the 17th (01:45)
