there are times in the stillness of an autumn night
when a full, pewter moon is haloed by frothy clouds
I stand alone in the demulcent beams of pewter light
breezes bearing the first, faint chill play with my hair
and whisper in my ears of ancient autumns long passed
where restless winds hovered over forgotten shores
they remind me I've had many lost faces and names
forms both fierce or fair, lives royal and plebeian
the struggles of those lives lie buried in my memory
undisturbed, unrecognized, though they shaped me
taught me, enabled me to become who I have become
they have always been there amidst the white noise
warring and warning, their influence waxing, waning
like that haloed moon in its timeless cycles of light
then I know, though my path is different, I'm not lost
IT IS 'BECAUSE' OUR PATHS ARE DIFFERENT, YET, 'DESTINED' THAT...INDEED ...WE ARE NOT LOST. A MARVELOUS REVELATION, SO ENJOYED. THANKS FOR SHARING, POETESS. LOVE, BLESSINGS AND FAITH...JOYCE * HIS INSPIRATIONS
We are all survivors of our ancestors - those who had lived before us, those who had luve5d and gone to wars to fight for us so we can have better lives than they did - just as we will do whatever it takes to give our desxendants a much better future. No, none of us are lost. We are all here on a mission.
I have pondered like you seem to have in this poem, why I am here. Why I have tumbled down thousands of years of ancestors I know little or nothing of, but have somehow, survived all of the war and pestilence that killed my ancestors, but not before the next generation was born and survived.
You and I and all others alive today are survivors. We may contain deep in our brains some memory of all of those generations. I can pull out thoughts of my family going back to Hull, England and the shipbuilders… Alsace-Lorraine with mixed French/German heritage… All well-known. But was one of my more ancient grandmothers raped by Genghis Khan? I'll need to have one of those DNA tests to try to find out. I wish I had some memory of what it was like to be one of my Neanderthal ancestors. That would probably be a shocker to write.
A way to use your mind for silent communication. Speaking about the methods in the book I have used since a young age.
21st Century learning. I also have a GoFundMe page to ask for funds so I can research with other people and add their experiences
A way to use your mind for silent communication. Speaking about the methods in the book I have used since a young age.
21st Century learning. I also have a GoFundMe page to ask for funds so I can research with other people and add their experiences
The captivating music of birds and the enchanting beauty of roses have, each in their own right, inspired people around the world for as long as anyone can remember. How the two combine with the challenges faced by a struggling writer in Georgia to c
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Dan
Regis
most enjoyable thank you Belle
Love And peace be with you
William
Sandie
You and I and all others alive today are survivors. We may contain deep in our brains some memory of all of those generations. I can pull out thoughts of my family going back to Hull, England and the shipbuilders… Alsace-Lorraine with mixed French/German heritage… All well-known. But was one of my more ancient grandmothers raped by Genghis Khan? I'll need to have one of those DNA tests to try to find out. I wish I had some memory of what it was like to be one of my Neanderthal ancestors. That would probably be a shocker to write.
Ron
You never fail to astound, and you have kept to the norm with this one as she undid her gowns' adornments