IMAGINE / This World / As Far As EYES / Could See
UNCONDITIONAL LOVE
It hurts / to write the words / that make their way / slowly and painfully / from my hand to the page
sometimes expressing yourself, even to to those who love you, has a risk…
I’ll give my soul / to Burns / tonight; / whisky will flow / down / in glasses(!) / like river Coe / through wild heather -
verse celebrating The Great Bard, / as published in The Poetry of Scotland by the Poet :))
If today had never come, / tomorrow we would never see. / Yesterday would last forever / and no future would there be.
From a collection of writing called C’est la vie! written many years ago and having their first airing in a long time. Featured by Freedom to Shine [ftsone] Featured by Feminine Intent ~ 17th Dec 2009 / Journal Featured by You’re Accepted ~ 22nd Dec 2009 / Journal / MCN: C5C29-66685-3CDF6
Solar chime sings a high tone. / Wind whistles and soon I know / the sound
the sounds at my desk suddenly a poem, a song
They found him on a rainy night / Dressed in boots and shirt and hat / His stockwhip trailing on the ground / It looked ready for the crack
It can be so sad what Alzheimer’s takes away from people. Memories are so special to us all and then you can lose them.
until we lose the road
run away with me / to milk sand / peregrine green seas / splish splash / tasty salty lips / lick
Is falling in love about falling / or about running head on into your desire? / Is it about finding your destiny? / Do we run with reckless abandon? / Should we run or walk?
but would it be worth it / to ones proved selfish / so blinkered and deaf / will they have realised / would they now regret / are her effort…
☼ Allow me the great Honour of introducing you all to a brand new Bubbler James Cole – a stunning artists of the most exceptional kind! ☼ His piece drowning solitude has inspired me to create poetical prose for thought in the style I had in the beginning and I have striven to write again since … thankfully inspired by such art my own true creativity has returned to me again! It also reminds me of songs from a local artist; Neil Quinlan / “Outside Badland’s Fantasy” & “the Cloud of Knowing” Thank you! ♥
You would listen to my secrets and dreams / Feel my tears upon your leaves / And the warmth of my skinny arms / Lovingly embracing you…..
This is a true story and tribute to a wonderful childhood friend. The Weeping Willow tree referred to in the poem was found and planted by me when I was about 4 years old (with help from my dad) in front of the house where I grew up and lived up to the age of 12. It was cut down when I was about 10 years old. For some reason it came up today in conversation with my mum, and she reminded me of how hard I took it (I cried for days) when that beautiful tree was taken away. It brought back lots of memories and from my heart I felt I had to write this…..
Lazing in a field of dandelions / wishing with abandon for a love / felt only in dreams There among the downy tufts, so ephermeral / they…
/ My thanks to pepper08 for her lovely art work!!!
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