[Be...] Posted January 28, 2018 Share Posted January 28, 2018 Ten years of colors muted in sunrises Ten years in the shadow of my true self I remember the vibrant red of Love I recall the Summer warmth of orange And the lavender brushed like harvest fields Now my children’s faces are those lost sunrises But the world’s color, not gone, but washed Faded rainbows and light in the beauty of eyes I have been imprisoned by poison in pills I have been robbed of memories never made But my words are vessels with hope in their hulls They are still attached to the bright spectrum And the words themselves attached to today And thousands of tomorrows with new sunrises The full hue of each horizon’s beautiful emotions Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
[Be...] Posted January 28, 2018 Author Share Posted January 28, 2018 My daughters wanted me to write them something, so I wrote a few lines this morning. Lily Misty Morning I know you want the Sun Want it to break through Want it to dry dew from the grass Your sweet tears collected Upon the living green spears Of the solid Earth beneath your feet The Sun will come It will come for us both With time and perseverance It will shine all around And it will warm our backs And it will shine our hair And it will give us new color Until then I know the mist Falling upon my cheek is a kiss I know your silence toward me Is not emptiness but containment I know that you are filled with Love But that you cannot pour it like rain Like a desert I accept you lovingly What you have to give is all I need Though I have my own struggles You are like the cactus flower Painted the most splendid colors Large and beautiful in the thorns Lori Morning Lori How we laughed and smiled When you so youthfully said That this was your flower How wrong we were in our mirth And how right you turned out to be Every day you greet the world A wonder and freshness unfolds Color and scent you give freely On gray days you open longer Giving more of yourself to needs That turn you in the obscured Sun And in the darkness you close Wisely protecting yourself So that you can unfold again When the light beckons Opening petals to some newness Uncertain, bravely, come what may High you have recently climbed I see you around me and above me Growing upon Life’s arch Like the one straddling the sidewalk When you were small but wise And upon which my Love also clings Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
[Fl...] Posted January 28, 2018 Share Posted January 28, 2018 Beautiful Benzo3 ... Your daughters will cherish everything you write for them What a gift Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
[Be...] Posted January 29, 2018 Author Share Posted January 29, 2018 Thank you, FluterByee. They are themselves gifts, everyday gifts. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
[Be...] Posted January 29, 2018 Share Posted January 29, 2018 Very nice. Thanks. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
[Fl...] Posted January 29, 2018 Share Posted January 29, 2018 Thank you, FluterByee. They are themselves gifts, everyday gifts. I hear you on this one... Best 2 gifts I've ever received in my life ... are my two daughters!!! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
[Be...] Posted January 29, 2018 Author Share Posted January 29, 2018 .... me too. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
[Be...] Posted January 31, 2018 Author Share Posted January 31, 2018 Sandcastles If not for you I might wash away If not for you sturdy, caring dunes Anchored by intertwined roots and vines Survivors of storming wind and water I might quickly recede into the surf Together our hands build the outer walls The moats, the towers, and the keep That the rising morning tide seeks to claim The erosion of each wave some bit of life Lost to the rolling backwash and breakers But each night you come to help rebuild Our castle of sand reshaped and reformed Grains of wisdom patted down firmly Each night, each week, each month and year Until we ourselves are fortresses in the dunes . Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
[Be...] Posted February 3, 2018 Author Share Posted February 3, 2018 It’s a long way and it is dark and narrow But I’m standing here at the tunnel’s end Don’t you see me in the dappled sunlight? The leaves of trees cast small shadows But walk with me further atop the rail lines And the track opens to clear, fathomless blue Can you hear me calling through the echoes? Over the sound of sliding ballast as you step? Over train whistles still lingering in your ears? Talk to me, I understand some of your words The rest I will hear as a slave’s hymn hummed For I know it is all a hopeful song of freedom Do you fear the long black line you travel? If so, remember it was built with confidence The mountain is stronger than you believe One careful, patient step after another Time is of no essence, I will wait for you Wait until our fingers intertwine under this arch Who else better than you awaits the years of me? Who else will hunger so for the fullness of life? The sweetness of ripened fruit will not be lost to you And wind in flowing hair will be as deep breaths You will emerge from underground a cool spring And, together, we will swim your beautiful current Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
[be...] Posted February 3, 2018 Share Posted February 3, 2018 Beautiful, it makes me :'(. Thank you for such beautiful words this will touch many. 🕊 Peace. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
[Be...] Posted February 3, 2018 Author Share Posted February 3, 2018 Not as many as your constant kindness, but thank you. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
[Fl...] Posted February 3, 2018 Share Posted February 3, 2018 It’s a long way and it is dark and narrow But I’m standing here at the tunnel’s end Don’t you see me in the dappled sunlight? The leaves of trees cast small shadows But walk with me further atop the rail lines And the track opens to clear, fathomless blue Can you hear me calling through the echoes? Over the sound of sliding ballast as you step? Over train whistles still lingering in your ears? Talk to me, I understand some of your words The rest I will hear as a slave’s hymn hummed For I know it is all a hopeful song of freedom Do you fear the long black line you travel? If so, remember it was built with confidence The mountain is stronger than you believe One careful, patient step after another Time is of no essence, I will wait for you Wait until our fingers intertwine under this arch Who else better than you awaits the years of me? Who else will hunger so for the fullness of life? The sweetness of ripened fruit will not be lost to you And wind in flowing hair will be as deep breaths You will emerge from underground a cool spring And, together, we will swim your beautiful current Captivating... It drew me in... Thank you for sharing ... you really are very talented! FB Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
[Be...] Posted February 4, 2018 Author Share Posted February 4, 2018 You’re very welcome, Fluter. I always like to think that it’s inspiration talking, using me as a vehicle, a role in which I am happy to serve. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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[Be...] Posted February 4, 2018 Share Posted February 4, 2018 benzo3, you are quite talented. Thanks. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
[Be...] Posted February 4, 2018 Author Share Posted February 4, 2018 Thank you, Becks, wrote it for the Single thread after reading about people’s longings. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
[Be...] Posted February 5, 2018 Share Posted February 5, 2018 Benzo3, do you read your poetry at any local poetry readings? I used to write and read my own poems at the local bookstore and other venues. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
[gi...] Posted February 5, 2018 Share Posted February 5, 2018 I don't wanna talk About things we've gone through Though it's hurting me Now it's history I've played all my cards And that's what you've done too Nothing more to say No more ace to play The winner takes it all The loser standing small Beside the victory That's her destiny Excerpted from ABBA 'The Winner Takes It All' 1980 Sorry, I wish I could write poetry. Also, I don't agree with the last line. It might have been just as easily his destiny, I think it was. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
[Be...] Posted February 5, 2018 Author Share Posted February 5, 2018 Becks, not that brave. 🙃 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
[Be...] Posted February 5, 2018 Author Share Posted February 5, 2018 Ginger, thanks for the words! Nothing about this has to be original. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
[Be...] Posted February 10, 2018 Author Share Posted February 10, 2018 Loving helps me heal and deal with symptoms: Warm as Texas sun but often cold as artic glaciers Eight years of my young life caught between You brightened all I saw, but not without shadows You scoured out my soul, but left a reservoir I accept the bitter blessing and the sweet curse A tear of joy, a tear of heartbreak, equal in depth One minute in my twenty-sixth year, a turning You were leaving and all hope followed you The last goodnight, the last shutting of the door A flooding sadness filling me, drowning me But then you did not walk around the coffee table The accustomed separateness of goodnights Low and then rising you slowly moved above me Hands I never held were resting upon my cheeks And lips that gave me only words touched my own The flood inside me became like burning kerosene Fire moved into my throat and quickly spread And my mind folded in on itself like burning paper Trauma takes one to places otherwise unknown In that one minute more was learned than years Sometimes I lament that I do not recall that kiss But that gift pried me away from time and self And placed me into an unbroken wholeness And infinite Love worth the price of a memory Time passed and life intruded unwelcomely Worn tire treads but apparently not enough And I lost the me you had grown to want Becoming the me I thought you would prefer But how deeply I breathed you is still inescapable How does one leave the road that led you to God? Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
[Be...] Posted February 14, 2018 Author Share Posted February 14, 2018 For Valentine’s Day: Climb the long chain of stairs with me To the top of the mountain with the ravine below Where our breath becomes visible in cool air Dissipating like the winding down of a day And repeated as a deep and strong exhalation Of thankfulness to wake beside you in morning Share with me words both sweet and erotic Let our lips mingle and taste that salted caramel For a moment is as much worth as a month And a memory as much as years to a lifetime Have you wondered what a second can bring? Death, life and love, all enshrouded instants. But I am not endeared to pulses alone In between there is constant and silent flow And in that current are carried beautiful lives Unending melodic duets sung harmoniously Decades of shared tinder for laughter and smiles Generations of empathetic tears in spreading rain And when our hands are curled with age and pain The home of touching fingers will bring relief On park benches we will lean our heads together Fulfilled with sunsets and with lovers and children And on the day when pulse and flow cease in one Bread will be broken but flavor will remain whole Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
[Be...] Posted February 14, 2018 Share Posted February 14, 2018 Nice poem, thank you. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
[Be...] Posted February 14, 2018 Author Share Posted February 14, 2018 Nice poem, thank you. Thank you, Becks! I appreciate the compliment. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
[Fl...] Posted February 15, 2018 Share Posted February 15, 2018 For Valentine’s Day: Climb the long chain of stairs with me To the top of the mountain with the ravine below Where our breath becomes visible in cool air Dissipating like the winding down of a day And repeated as a deep and strong exhalation Of thankfulness to wake beside you in morning Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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