Cloud shadows On stone-clad peaks You float across The slopes Those peaks Till they themselves Would seems to float Above their flanks Of stone like chalk The clouds of light Chalk colored screen That floats way off To leave me here Forgetting my own age My time Remembering What it was to know… To be that child Year’ back Who once knew… Beauty as pure luck That beauty was This loneliness Of knowing all one is Is Not Bitterness in stone I remember I cry Soul naked
I feel your pain and anguish in this deep and sentimental composition Tinka
I make a point of not remembering what hurts me as a rule, that way I can move on with renewed vigour and direction
It's the only way to go
Love
Peter
I cry with you Tinka for having these feelings. I know they will pass
but while they last I'm thinking of you with hopes and prayers!
Very beautiful sad poem...
Jason Chase, a man filled with personal demons, only wanted to finish his manuscript. But all his carefully laid plans disappear when a stranger showed up at his front door claiming to be his long-lost father.
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Reindeer
If only in our minds, Tinky - and I love that music.
Girlfriend!
Super.
Susan
Birgit and Roger
powerful and emotional; very well done! brava!
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in tx., karen lynn. :(
I make a point of not remembering what hurts me as a rule, that way I can move on with renewed vigour and direction
It's the only way to go
Love
Peter
a fin poem of recall and revelation ... beautiful work
j+
but while they last I'm thinking of you with hopes and prayers!
Very beautiful sad poem...
Love,
Eileen