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I Remember….

 

9-11 I remember so many years ago,

The senseless crime when lives were lost,

And terror filled the sky.

Hands reached out in disbelief of what they saw before them,

Screams of fear and cries for help

I remember  many years ago.

When strangers came together for those that lost their lives,

And honored them for bravery

Yes, I remember when.

A stain has marked our earth

She is forever scarred with heroes,

For I remember when……

 


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Layers

 

I wrote this thinking about how I felt taking my new step to join a group of people I don’t know after my husband passed away.  In an effort to not stay in a small corner in the house I pushed myself into joining a social group and tonight is the first meeting…..

 

Blindly the layers of my existence are removed

leaving me exposed, one by one, taken away

Left only is a breath of pure honesty, fragile

whisper thin, cracks forming like spider webs

Reaching out to grasp at any solid hold it can

A dream of what is to be wraps around my body

and covers the naked fear of the unknown

Ashamed to bare the truth of what is below the surface

afraid to face the road that looms beyond the bend

Ignorant of the wonders once the veil is lifted

 

 


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A Memory…..

 

Beside me, lay your head upon the grass, and gaze into the sky above

Watching the soft, white,  clouds drift silently past.

Feel the cool, earth below, as the tips of grass tease your skin.

A gentle breeze caresses sweat glistened skin, leaving an electric charge.

Whispers gently shared,  lovers promises, tomorrows keepsake.

 

 

 

 

 


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You Loved Them Well (Rondeau)

Waste not your love for those passed on

Truth they know in the great beyond

No more pain or illness felt

Like icicles all worries melt

Around you memories are not gone

 

Moments linger to think upon

Their wish for you do not despond

To let them go is not unfelt

You loved them well

 

And now the sun brings light to dawn

New journeys in your life hereon

A new hand from the deck is dealt

Still memories of their love  felt

Find stepping-stones a guide thereon

You loved them well

 

 

 


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My Weekend Adventure….

There in the dark, pieces scattered around the garage, what was to be a project for my husband.  He never managed to find the time or the desire to start the project once it was taken apart.  Aged, no longer used, the parts rusted with time.  Tires in different corners of the garage, fenders hanging on the wall, the motor removed from the frame….. I went through the boxes and found as much as I could to bring some sort of vision together for my weekend adventure.  It was early morning when I started and by the end of the day there before me sat a ’56 or ’57 Francis Barnett motorcycle, (I’ll have to check the serial number for the exact year).  I’m sure I could hear the bike breathing, sighing, relieved that someone remembered she was there.  I looked out in the garage before I went to bed, and you know I almost felt like she was smiling at me, thanking me for bringing her parts back together that had been lost.  I know just how she feels, because in a way she did the same thing for me yesterday.


See How Good We Are Together (Open book Challenge)

The back and forth banter of denied emotions

Glimpses of innocence amidst true passion

A raw ache for true love to quench the thirst

But then the cutting words I’ll hear no more.

Tears suddenly stream like rivers raging in a storm

Memories brought on from moments before

These words now ring in my own ears, the same voice

Staring at the words, running my fingers over them

The same way we ran our fingers over each other

Tracing the outline of the words the way I traced the shape of his body

But now feeling the cold paper and ink beneath them

Never to hear those words again from his lips, “see how good we are together”.

 

 


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Dreams…

 

 

It’s late and I’m lost in my thoughts once again

Drifting into a mist filled sleep

From the distance I hear my name called

Following but never able to reach

A  familiar voice I’ve heard before that comforts when in need

Yet somehow I forget the face

Oh sleep and dreams the games you play

How cruel to tease and taunt

You offer the hearts most cherished desire

Not wholly but in pieces

Let time mend this heart and soulBefore you have your way

Allow the bittersweet memories to fade

And the silence to be broken

Let me start a new life, yes a new life

Close this chapter for a new journey.

 


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Nothingness…

 

I have been away for a bit, some of you know why, my husband has been battling lung cancer since January. He fought a very brave battle but on July 25 between the hours of  5:30am and 6:45am he took his journey to the next level. I am proud to have been able to help him stay home till the end, comfortable and pain free.  Now for those of us left behind the healing begins….

 

 

 

 

People walking back and forth

carrying on with their daily lives,

 

 

Oblivious to the pain felt by those around them,

the deafening agony of loss

searing into the souls of those left behind.

 

Blind to the ache of loss and feelings of no longer belonging.

Life continues on leaving those behind lost

in the fog of memories and tears.

The roar of heartache slices through the skin

like a sharp knife sparing no one and showing no mercy.

To sit and feel a nothingness

is the only choice left

to get through each day.

 

 


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Go Back…

Are  you still there, deep below the  layers

Physically changes barring your spirit from emerging

Pain spreading through your body like fire

Trickling over healthy muscles and engulfing them

Doctors unsure, questioning their values, morals

Where is the quality of life, where is the comfort

I see nothing but starvation, dehydration and emaciation

Your eyes when I look into them make it all real

The future without you beside me,

I want to go back, I just want to turn around and go back

To see that man again with the strength, purpose in his walk

To feel secure, safe,

Not alone.


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Tired…..

Wearied by this gnawing at my mind,

I am holding onto  memories like treasure.

The chain of disease grows link by link,

Forging ahead, pushing, pulling, still hoping.

Draining the strength from my body,

So tired, battling day after day.

Pulling me into a mire of darkness,

Looking for hope, strength, light.

Fear wrapping its fingers around me,

The cold wet grip that tightens and takes your breath,

Like a snake capturing its prey.

A small spark still lingers, still exists,

In the darkness a light begins to grow.

To believe, to hope, to know,

That there is a chance.

 

 

A note about this poem,

My husband was diagnosed in January 2012 with non small cell lung cancer stage 3.  It has been a tremendous battle so far and what he has endured this far is beyond belief.  He has lost almost 80 pounds, he was not a big man, and can no longer eat or drink.  So this poem is written from his perspective.  To those with cancer, you are my hero.  What you go through is horrendous.  Never mind the disease, the treatments alone are torture and those are supposed to help you get better.   It is a journey not for the weak.

Tia

 

 


You….

Your breath upon my skin

your whisper in my ear

a gentle caress upon my arm

one look from your eyes.

Joy within my soul

love within my world

belonging and acceptance

of who I really am.

Longing to be with you

dreaming of tomorrow

reaching for your hand

knowing you are near.


Within Dreams – (Weekly Challenge)

Sliding down a silvery thread

into a woven web of memories.

Through the maze of shadows

moving closer towards the light.

Loving family long ago lost

gently whispering and calling.

Nearer now the shadows change

forming shapes and figures.

Arms reaching the light brighter

a warm feeling of belonging.

Safe surrounded by a circle of love

when the real world is too much.


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A New Day

A new day slowly  breaking the horizon

with shades of magenta and coral.

Mist covering the hollows of the field

leaving a soft wet blanket.

The gentle caress of a warm breeze

softly stroking my skin.

In the distance the sweet melody

of song sparrows.

A new day, a new blessing.

 

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