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7 October, 2008 at 4:04 pm #306804
..and let me echo that – a beautiful piece. Thanks Cath x
8 October, 2008 at 4:44 pm #306805if things get just a little too much
too heavy
i just cast away my dream stones
i sink to the bottom into a world
of swirling colours
oh the blues, the lilac the
precious world with colour
and faded dreams
ready and waiting
for new ones to emerge
like sparklers on a
cold crisp november night
rising to the surface
new hopes
renewed dreams
floating silently just waiting
for the colours and the dreams
to become one
and once again
new hope is born
flagging dreams
come to life hopping and skipping
into the light
from the darkness that threatened
to take them away
forever
the dream stones
once again enclosed in their box
and reality emerges10 October, 2008 at 7:53 am #306806I strolled along life’s lane
And felt how lonely I was
that’s when I saw you, and I wondered,
Was it you or was I so insane,
were you my hopeBut how could you be here
for you had gone far off,
for far too long
leaving me behind, silent and alone.
Yet I ran, and ran towards you,
Life’s lane was no longer lonely,
for it was filled with new hopes
and new horizons
the lane for once didn’t seem too long,
I reached the end.you stood there at once,
when I raised my hand to feel you,
tears falling down my cheeks,
you were once again, gone.10 October, 2008 at 10:30 am #306807beautiful as always cath
12 October, 2008 at 8:16 pm #306808Posted this on another thread but what the hey
happiness is knowing that
tomorrow is another day.
that it doesn’t matter
what other people say.
it’s good friends and better times.
it’s an up-beat song
to which you know the lines.It’s those perfect moments
spent with your first love
in your secret hiding place
nestled like a dovefor life is what you make of it
different each and every day
not to be mesured by the breaths we take
but by the times that take our breath away16 October, 2008 at 2:19 pm #306809Bonfire
Up and up
into a vein-coloured sky,
go wraiths and spectres
mabbled soft in shrouds of carbon,
mournful as the maws of wolves in supplication to their moon
which –
frowning with an eyebrow sea,
slings cold fish tears,
to dampen down
the badious bones and bavins
of a dying month.©
16 October, 2008 at 3:44 pm #306810and as you touch me
a mere whisper
gently flows by
like the gentle breeze
from a butterly’s wingI sit and i watch you
trying to find your place
the place
where you
just you
will find your peaceI watch your lips
as the words come forth
words that have
so many
unsaid words
behind themyour eyes smile
and yet
they are uncertain
about how that smile
will be met
but you
you so seek
the solace
the approval
of one you are
uncertain ofso many hidden fears
and yet
they do not fall
in the muddy shadows
betwixt and between
they are seen
and comfort
peace and a safe harbour
await.17 October, 2008 at 7:33 am #306811@esmeralda wrote:
Bonfire
Up and up
into a vein-coloured sky,
go wraiths and spectres
mabbled soft in shrouds of carbon,
mournful as the maws of wolves in supplication to their moon
which –
frowning with an eyebrow sea,
slings cold fish tears,
to dampen down
the badious bones and bavins
of a dying month.©
Fire and water, a blood filled body of sky, the lupine and oceanic influences of it’s sister moon.. a magnificent pyro-ballet from the “wraiths and spectres” indeed 8)
Outstanding Esme… pure class!
8)
21 October, 2008 at 9:52 pm #306812Twisting, falling
around and around
flightless I fall.
My leaden body hits the groundwith surgeon’s precision
and magician’s flair
you gunned me down
locked in your sight of cross-hairCrimson wings unfurl
and stain that which was white
as my vision does fade
and my lungs feel so tightFarewell cruel world
life was always so fleeting.
Finally I feel free
as my heart stops its beating24 October, 2008 at 2:16 am #306813The Freedom of the Moon by Robert Frost
I’ve tried the new moon tilted in the air
Above a hazy tree-and-farmhouse cluster
As you might try a jewel in your hair.
I’ve tried it fine with little breadth of luster,
Alone, or in one ornament combining
With one first-water start almost shining.I put it shining anywhere I please.
By walking slowly on some evening later,
I’ve pulled it from a crate of crooked trees,
And brought it over glossy water, greater,
And dropped it in, and seen the image wallow,
The color run, all sorts of wonder follow. -
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