#19
A word from you
Like a solitary pebble
Fell into my pond today
Sending ripples
Over the glassy face of my existence.
A word from you means more to me
Than all the sonnets in the universe
today the weather changed
there will be no baking brains
as i perform my tasks
and if anyone asks
i am merely happy not deranged
summer slammed the door
its passage locked away
gray cloudy skies clutter and smudge
as distant rainbows begin only in dreams
the circle swirls onward
as nature never sleeps
#19 and a half - (re-write)
A word from you
Tossed like a stone
Sends ripples
Across my pond
A single word from you
Means more to me
Than sonnets
#20
I'm kitten smitten
And I don't know what to do
Three small furry kittens
Have torn my heart in two
(I mean three)
The day is fast approaching
When you have to leave my care
You are spoken for, dear dumplings
Your lives go forth out there
(Well, we'll see)
My Rift
Oh I could look into your eyes,
Forever and ever more;
A bright smile severes all ties
I once had with the distant shore
In this ocean of emotion,
It feels so good just to drift,
And I've got a good notion
To stay here along this, my rift.
The Sun
Look into the bright white light
And you'll be able to see
What it took us to incite
That great and heavenly fight
Between the two gods and me
They were just way too cocky
And now it's always midnight
But I am forever free
I feel like a veteran of these wars
between what I wished had been
And what had come to be
For fifteen years I've battled memories
trying to slay sadness and conquer acceptance-
trying to crown peace
the tragic, lonely victor.
More than fifteen years ago on a soft June night
you took your life with your own hand.
My only baby brother whose love I saw
reflected back at me through liquid
brown eyes and a silly crooked smile.
Yours was a heart that sent me flowers
just because you knew I loved them.
Yours was a heart that wrote poems and
drew pictures: I still have the poem you gave me
when you were only seven
about the small Indian boy who caught the fish
and made his elders proud,
you taped your school picture in the corner
and drew a heart around it..
To _______ Love __________
you wrote me on the back.
(And I was proud to be your big sister).
What lonely desperation gripped your heart
on that black night?
I always wonder what you thought of as you
set the plan in motion and drifted off to sleep.
You didn't call, you didn't say good-bye
You had made up your mind.
I'm not among those who think you gave up hope
I know you were only searching for something that you needed
hoping, maybe mistakenly, that you'd find it someplace else.
My only sadness is that you made the final decision
that you'd never find it here.
*Joanne Dorel's suicide is the second suicide I've heard about in the last twenty-four hours. It's brought back memories of my brother. I didn't know Joanne, but I want to say that I am so sorry that this has happened and express my sincere condolences to her family and to those of you who loved her and were her friend.
Joanne was a wonderful person. He death has had a profound effect on me. I do believe she has finally ditched her mysery. While I do not advocate suicide in general, I believe that it is sometimes an inevitability and do not condemn that action every time. Certainly not the person.
Here's a poem
for all you folk
I dropped an egg
and broke the yolk
Anybody ever tell you you ought to publish, gus? If John Lithgow can, you can.
For all we know edgar, Gus may already be published
Then why hasn't he sent me unsolicited emails hawking his books?
That's true...it was just a guess....he doesn't tell us much about his real self.
I think he employs a ghost writer when he wants to post gems like the one he just posted. It's too perfect.
here and there
i remember being
together
and apart
often
at the same time
and i suppose
that's why i'm here
and you're there
Hi djjd. Thanks for posting that.
My Love Metaphor
I walked in a hot, dry desert,
Walked and walked but could find no shade,
"Find some love" did my mind avert,
But, in truth, I needed some aid.
I trudged on through heat and despair
When suddenly I saw a tree,
"Must be a mirage" said my mind,
But, always, I trust what I see,
And more trees would be hard to find.
I aproached, It did not vanish,
My joy was undescribable,
A better place I could not wish,
But fear was undeniable.
This is metaphor I cry
Of the love between you and I
i've been meaning to stop by for sometime now, i know that cav was a fan of this thread, and with recent events on the board i got thinking of him and had a look through and well the rest as they say is history
We hope to see you around, as this thread will continue to run, at least as long as I am a member.
