At dawn, I looked
with eyes wide open.
The color of his hair had
snow-stormed
to winter gray,
the dark crowded out
to who knows where,
perhaps to join
a master work
in perfect granite,
his finite features
raisined to roadways
buckled into nose
and cheek and brow.
Somehow spared
by nature's cruelty
are steel blue eyes,
eyes that walk my dreams,
and lips that taunt and tease.
Where was I
when all this happened?
Here, a changeling, too,
and robbed as well?
Today, when morning
slipped inside
to kiss my eyelids,
I felt blessed
it reached across
to touch his too.
Thank you CJ for sharing this. You wrote this from the heart, and there is love and emotion here as well. Whatever happened to us that made us grey, indeed! We all become changelings in life, being replaced by semblances of ourselves, and robbed by the cruelty of the years. But even as we change from one to the other, we still have our mate with us.
May the Lord Jesus bless you, and those whom you love, and be with you always, and at your side constantly. With much love in my heart, joy to the world, peace on earth, & ((((((((((MANY WONDERFUL SISTERLY HUGGGGSSSS)))))))))), your little sister, Barbie
I wonder hoe time crept in so unannounced sometimes. I watch our grow gray and the skin not so youthful any more, but The smile in the eyes is the same and all is good! A beautiful write CJ, haven't seen you in awhile but I did visit your web site! Great place!!
Reviewed by Robert Harrison (Reader)
Reviewed on August 18, 2007
Oh you darling young lady, how wonderful it is to be back and to be greeted by such wonderful and tender words.
Hi CJ,
I haven't been around much lately and it seems you haven't either. You were on my mind today and I felt the need to take a peek at your work once again and was so delighted to read this last poetic entry. Poetry is at it's finest when we allow the reader inside to enjoy and identify.Mission accomplished, dear one. Your words are so soft and loving and make me especially happy when I think of someone's eyes, not as youthful now, but ones who give instead of rob and ones who will age gracefully and lovingly with mine. This has touched my heart today and I thank you. Miss you bunches too!
Love and sunshine,
Taylor
With all the tenderness and grace of a woman in love, you have mustered this glorious romantic piece, speaking well for the rest of us, who are living it, too :)
Love&Blessings to you, Rhonda
Enjoy a Safe&Happy Independence day
In this rather artistically written piece, I see a lady wondering where the time went(in plain terms). Woke up one day and they were old, well, older. Where had it all gone? Something like we drive someplace and can't remember getting there, but we are there. The last verse tells me she doesn't regret it though and is happy for her circumstance. Older, but she still has her fella.
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This was touching, in more ways than one!
Love and Peace~
Kimmy~
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :D
Steve
May the Lord Jesus bless you, and those whom you love, and be with you always, and at your side constantly. With much love in my heart, joy to the world, peace on earth, & ((((((((((MANY WONDERFUL SISTERLY HUGGGGSSSS)))))))))), your little sister, Barbie
My deepest respect for your poetry.
Robert
I haven't been around much lately and it seems you haven't either. You were on my mind today and I felt the need to take a peek at your work once again and was so delighted to read this last poetic entry. Poetry is at it's finest when we allow the reader inside to enjoy and identify.Mission accomplished, dear one. Your words are so soft and loving and make me especially happy when I think of someone's eyes, not as youthful now, but ones who give instead of rob and ones who will age gracefully and lovingly with mine. This has touched my heart today and I thank you. Miss you bunches too!
Love and sunshine,
Taylor
With all the tenderness and grace of a woman in love, you have mustered this glorious romantic piece, speaking well for the rest of us, who are living it, too :)
Love&Blessings to you, Rhonda
Enjoy a Safe&Happy Independence day
Sandie May Angel :o)
Love & Peace
William
I love this line especially, *The brown of your hair was
snow-stormed to wintery gray,* and the other descriptions of time's tracks upon our person.
Just beautiful. Peace. Joyce Hale
great poem