It’s not so bad being alone,
There’s no one to tear you down,
No one to ridicule your dreams,
The silence is lovely,
I can hear the birds again…
Sometimes I get a bit blue,
But then I think of you,
And all your broken promises,
As I sit and watch the sky change hue,
I realize there is no reason to go inside,
I no longer have to hide…
Others have come,
As others often do,
Wanting to save me from this life,
But I no longer desire to be anyone’s wife;
I can hear the birds again,
And they do not mock my singing,
Nor do they try to make me cry,
Out of meanness or spite…
Sometimes I try to listen to my friends,
When they tell me to give love a chance,
But I know the truth about love,
It is a fantasy we tell our children,
Making them believe if they are good enough,
They will find happiness and joy…
But it’s a cruel lie,
I’d rather sit here in my garden,
Watching the sun set,
And listening to the birds sing,
Yes, I hear those chirps too. Just stay tuned, and a blessing is around the corner. Sorry I haven't "flown" your way in a while, just caught up in teaching, etc.
much goodness and peace Retta,
cynth'ya
Reviewed by Tracey L. O' Very (Reader)
Reviewed on October 28, 2004
I really like this alot. I feel so like that. It's as if you are reading my mind and feelings. Thank You.
God Bless You and the Critters of the Forest.
Tracey
True love experience is great Retta, but we shouldn't let the lack of it darken our day. I can hear the birds again also. Love has always been a mystery, and almost history. If I let it rule my day, probably would miss the birds singing. Nice piece. L G
I can see being content listening to the birds .. sitting in a small garden.. but one day .. you may want to be in love again.. Love doesn't have to mean giving up your garden or the song of the birds.. Just sharing them with the right person.. You don't have to be married again to feel all life and companionship have to offer.. Very open bitter sweet write..
the birds don't come here any more. the plants in the garden died shortly after you left - no matter how i tried, i could not get them to grow. it is a sign. love is what you make it. retta, your poem is awesome! -- Jeff
In your cynicism about love you still manage to impart beauty. There is something so special about you and it saddens me that you've been caged. You're a butterfly meant to fly free. The man that captures your heart would do well to remember to let you and be glad when you settle upon his shoulder.
Lovely work
Chanti
lovely I hate being away for so long....
it is poetry like this that gets in under my skin
and it helps me to remember all these feelings come back to life
this is a beautiful poem even though the content is sad in nature
it is one that is felt so deeply...........
I can hear the birds again too...been here so every word rang true, it does get better and better...great verses...best wishes Andrea
Reviewed by Amira van Kerk (Reader)
Reviewed on September 23, 2004
No, I can't.
But I am still a step behind you and envy your for your attitude.
Is that a pic of your garden? If so, I can imagine that you find your peace, sitting in there, watching nature and listening to the birds.
Stay strong and follow your path.
Bless your heart. Thank all that is good
and holy for the consolations Nature has
to offer, right? AND for poets like you who
know how to bring them out. Just walking
among trees is healing, isn't it?
Birds are endlessly fascinating. When you
think how small most of them are, their
strength and determination is beyond
miraculous. You see miracles all around
you, 'Deer. There are others, you know.
Be at peace. Love, Pea
Reviewed by D May (Reader)
Reviewed on September 22, 2004
Deeply moving poem here. I have been here. I felt this so deeply and felt each word.
Reviewed by Sanil nath (Reader)
Reviewed on September 22, 2004
This is excellent write from your heart Reindeer ... Excellent .. Loved the words and it went so smoothly ... Every Lines told the truth and i can feel the truth in those lines ... And i can feel the sadness as i tooo feel the same ... Its hard ... but when i am in such a situation i do think of those who care for me and love for me ...
I wish you too think of them and understand that may be they are too thinking of you .. may they are more caring and loving for you ... May all individuals have there own reasons ... They are busy doesnt means you are alone and sad ... Think what they are facing, may be they are in problems so do try helping out their problems .. they may be needing you badly at this time. Its time for you to be with them and care for him ... sothat he/she can be little relaxed and more comfortable ....
Thats is what is expected ...
I have experienced this many times and i wish you too do this ...
This was an excellent write and i felt it so badly ... this is an excellent write ...
I am only just learning what you have so discovered here, Retta; that you have to be at peace with the knowledge of who YOU are, and to value yourself and your own personal space, before you can offer yourself in love to, or to be loved by another. There has to be reality and truth, so that we are free to love the TRUE individual. So, for me there is a bittersweet reality at work here: It is indeed a wonderful thing to enjoy the freedom and significance of hearing the birds sing for yourself, but I am also sure that those who have travelled the stony road of self-discovery have the ability to ultimately form whole and loving relationships "without condition" as well. For it is the very nature of God's love for us and which He plants in the core of each one of us. Beautiful and piquantly expressed as always, as only you can. TY Kate xx
Reviewed by Andy Turner (Reader)
Reviewed on September 22, 2004
When you come to this point of strength.
Self love should come before loving another.
May you be in happiness and joy, nomatter what road you choose..
If this is auto-bographical, I wish you a wonderful future - with genuine happiness. By any measure, it is damn good poetry, and I congratualate you! Again. and again! - Bill
You have certainly said it all, your words like an arrow to the heart, yes, I can certainly hear the birds, and see the light and feel all the beauty that surrounds me. Like a black cloak that has been lifted. Beautifully penned heartfelt write Reindeer. Exquisite garden, what more could anyone ask for !! :)
A really great write that reflects the healing process.
Allen
Reviewed by Lady Peg (Reader)
Reviewed on September 21, 2004
Okay Rein,
i feel it really deeply......
"Sometimes I get a bit blue,
But then I think of you,
And all your broken promises,
As I sit and watch the sky change hue,
I realize there is no reason to go inside,
I no longer have to hide…
Others have come,
As others often do,
Wanting to save me from this life,
But I no longer desire to be anyone’s wife; "
I can hear the birds again,
And they do not mock my singing,
this poem is exquisite, Reindeer, and your garden beautiful. i, too, have come to appreciate solitude (when my 11-y/o lets me have a bit) and wish you peace and an openness to the possibility of love in your journey on.
Yeh Rein.....A garden is the nearest place to heaven.....
Maybe one day a ray of sunshine will warm the innermosts parts of your heart again...and make you believe again...and maybe that time will be the right time for ya...by the Grace of God...
Happiness is only a sincere prayer away...
Peter
Reindeer, your garden is your sanctum..how lovely..and yet, how far you travelled and what you must have suffered to come to this point. Solitude can be bliss indeed.
Great piece -- great ending! And I must add: perfect title.
The last two lines of your first stanza: "The silence is lovely,
I can hear the birds again…" set the mood to perfection.
I could taste the narrator's sense freedom. You did it just right, Reindeer.
Carmen :-)
Reviewed by Kate Clifford (Reader)
Reviewed on September 21, 2004
What a beautiful garden you have! Although I cannot agree with your thoughts. I still believe :-) The expressions throughout this write is excellentand you have used great descriptions. Wonderful write.
I will admit it is nice to feel the quiet when there is no man about :-)
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The garden - a lovely place to be, as-is being captured in your beautifully crafted, eloquent poetic writes ... stunning!!
Blessings,
Robert
much goodness and peace Retta,
cynth'ya
God Bless You and the Critters of the Forest.
Tracey
Ron
Always,
Erica
Sandie May Angel
In your cynicism about love you still manage to impart beauty. There is something so special about you and it saddens me that you've been caged. You're a butterfly meant to fly free. The man that captures your heart would do well to remember to let you and be glad when you settle upon his shoulder.
Lovely work
Chanti
it is poetry like this that gets in under my skin
and it helps me to remember all these feelings come back to life
this is a beautiful poem even though the content is sad in nature
it is one that is felt so deeply...........
But I am still a step behind you and envy your for your attitude.
Is that a pic of your garden? If so, I can imagine that you find your peace, sitting in there, watching nature and listening to the birds.
Stay strong and follow your path.
and holy for the consolations Nature has
to offer, right? AND for poets like you who
know how to bring them out. Just walking
among trees is healing, isn't it?
Birds are endlessly fascinating. When you
think how small most of them are, their
strength and determination is beyond
miraculous. You see miracles all around
you, 'Deer. There are others, you know.
Be at peace. Love, Pea
I wish you too think of them and understand that may be they are too thinking of you .. may they are more caring and loving for you ... May all individuals have there own reasons ... They are busy doesnt means you are alone and sad ... Think what they are facing, may be they are in problems so do try helping out their problems .. they may be needing you badly at this time. Its time for you to be with them and care for him ... sothat he/she can be little relaxed and more comfortable ....
Thats is what is expected ...
I have experienced this many times and i wish you too do this ...
This was an excellent write and i felt it so badly ... this is an excellent write ...
Congrats and thanks for sharing ....
TRASK
M.Rose
Self love should come before loving another.
May you be in happiness and joy, nomatter what road you choose..
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in tx., karen lynn. :(
this one hurts...but in a beautiful way
powerful write--hope you're okay :(
(((HUGS))) and love, karla. :(
sueb
You have certainly said it all, your words like an arrow to the heart, yes, I can certainly hear the birds, and see the light and feel all the beauty that surrounds me. Like a black cloak that has been lifted. Beautifully penned heartfelt write Reindeer. Exquisite garden, what more could anyone ask for !! :)
warm hugs and love
Elga
I am so glad you are at
least hearing the birds, again.
I care about you.
Becca
Allen
i feel it really deeply......
"Sometimes I get a bit blue,
But then I think of you,
And all your broken promises,
As I sit and watch the sky change hue,
I realize there is no reason to go inside,
I no longer have to hide…
Others have come,
As others often do,
Wanting to save me from this life,
But I no longer desire to be anyone’s wife; "
LP
Love Tinka
And they do not mock my singing,
this poem is exquisite, Reindeer, and your garden beautiful. i, too, have come to appreciate solitude (when my 11-y/o lets me have a bit) and wish you peace and an openness to the possibility of love in your journey on.
Maybe one day a ray of sunshine will warm the innermosts parts of your heart again...and make you believe again...and maybe that time will be the right time for ya...by the Grace of God...
Happiness is only a sincere prayer away...
Peter
hugs
Gina
to match it! Your words speak volumes for me, I
agree with it all!
The last two lines of your first stanza: "The silence is lovely,
I can hear the birds again…" set the mood to perfection.
I could taste the narrator's sense freedom. You did it just right, Reindeer.
Carmen :-)
I will admit it is nice to feel the quiet when there is no man about :-)