I walk up to the edge Of the river bank Calm waters where I stand Sunbeam of the twilight sky Playful on the waterside In this tender moment of desperation To last no longer than a few seconds The blink of the eye and you gone Waters of heart not calm Disturbed by the wind of emotions Oh!
How cold is this wind So bleak and wild within Black figures in your mirrors gone Restless sunbeams in my mind Then out of the darkness I hear The call of the fish eagle’s say The call of a dove below In the wind of the night All calm now gone to rest Nostalgia enter my soul Horizons away you are In wide open space Quiet you are And heavens apart we are Scared and so alone I am tonight Here by the river edge Of loneliness within Drowning myself In tears of fear Alone again Only
I'm right where you were when you penned this poem today, Tinka. How cold, indeed... we are always, ever alone but paradoxically never really alone, for there is a great spirit of oneness and a Creator who embraces us and helps us to withstand such cold. Take care, Dawn
Great saddness expressed poeming Tink, you couldn't be referring to Tinka. All that creativity and imagination Tinka got, her world is full of everything to her calling.
A fixation of mind
got the eyes blind.
You are what you eat,
so stay away from defeat.
You are what you think,
the program is in the ink.
Your aura,
rules superior.
Look around,
touch the ground,
enjoy lifes wonders,
ignore its blunders.
Wanting and needing,
no use bleeding.
Loosen the tight grip,
enjoy lifes trip.
This is hinging on a skies, wind and other elements: which lend a good balance of mood. A potent post.
Calvin-n-Hobbes
Reviewed by Andy Turner (Reader)
Reviewed on October 29, 2005
Lonely but Tinks never alone. Hope your enjoying playing NZ..
Reviewed by Tracey L. O' Very (Reader)
Reviewed on October 28, 2005
Wow Tinka. This is Magnificent and so emotional! Superb. your poems are getting so much more deep and beautiful. I always thought you to be Superb but lately all your poems and articles stories are just so moving!
Superb poem my Beautiful friend and lady
Tracey 42xoox(c :)
I think that the honesty of it all is that really we are always alone. Though we can have a companion, we still walk our pathway alone, no matter who is holding on to our hand, save the Creator Himself. Beautiful poem, Tinka!
Take care,
Sherry
Reviewed by Jerry Bolton (Reader)
Reviewed on October 28, 2005
At times like this mmaybe it is better to be alone. Forlorn poetry.
Will catch up on reviewing you all when the new day show face....slightly under the weather....maybe some what menopausal....or just bloody plain pissed off to keep focused and to be objective to anything!!
In the second book of the BetterWorld trilogy, Kiyoko and her friends continue to fight MediaCorp's schemes to control the world. But a team of ruthless mercenaries is after them, and is closing in fast.
Is Justice Finally Overcoming the Ford Valley Corruption?
Judge Sherman Ford, the patriarch of the Ford family is continuing to control and corrupt Ford County. The newly elected sheriff, Todd Mercer, and friends are slowly taking control
In the second book of the BetterWorld trilogy, Kiyoko and her friends continue to fight MediaCorp's schemes to control the world. But a team of ruthless mercenaries is after them, and is closing in fast.
Regis
I'm right where you were when you penned this poem today, Tinka. How cold, indeed... we are always, ever alone but paradoxically never really alone, for there is a great spirit of oneness and a Creator who embraces us and helps us to withstand such cold. Take care, Dawn
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in america, karen lynn in texas. :(
God bless,
Tim
Love,
Leland
A fixation of mind
got the eyes blind.
You are what you eat,
so stay away from defeat.
You are what you think,
the program is in the ink.
Your aura,
rules superior.
Look around,
touch the ground,
enjoy lifes wonders,
ignore its blunders.
Wanting and needing,
no use bleeding.
Loosen the tight grip,
enjoy lifes trip.
G
Calvin-n-Hobbes
Superb poem my Beautiful friend and lady
Tracey 42xoox(c :)
love and peace, Carole
Take care,
Sherry
Powerfully emotional, beautifully penned loneliness...BRAVA!
(((HUGS))) and love, and hope you feel better soon, Karla.
Love Tinka