"When words utterly fail me, I send you dreams and kisses and a vision of my eyes that express all I cannot say. Hold me please_ in your dreams". CM
I tucked my pillows all around
So not to feel alone
Into the dead quiet of night
I ached for you into my bones
My yearning pierced each silent wail
Into a void they groped and fell
Until my lonely twisted aches
Slipped me to sleep to dream awake!
~Illusion~
In the diminished power of illusion
Her tears lasso a dream
Facets fade as the shade draws
Upon embroidered gloss she screams
In quiet sobs she remorses
What was then, is now... and gone
She holds the smile he gave her
Then pain strikes to her bones
Regrets of why it happened
Their crossroads of pure pain
When he came out of nowhere
Then for years echoed her name
It just wasn't meant to happen
As farrowed dreams paint fault
They bow to her fast sorrow
As her tears turn into salt
This world can be so beautiful
As dawn begins each day
But love can paint a canvas
Turn sunshine into grays
They take another pathway
Never knowing what is gone
To live a life without true love
Then go their way alone.
~ Mom - Kate ~
This is dedicated to my magnificent mother. A true woman-woman if there ever was one.
Queen Bee of our dynasty
Sweet Mother of us eight
Bastion of strength for our family
Wisdom to keep us all straight.
Sweet Mother of heart and compassion
A lover of animal and man
Never underestimates the future
Never I can't but I CAN!
Leader of our family now
Since Dad has ventured on
Heart so huge it's endless
For our family, friends_ the throng.
She sits highest on her pedastal
Since birth it's been her fate
We all love her as our mother
Our Dad loved her as Kate.
This is a beautiful offering Susan, running the gamut of emotions!>Written from the heart and soul,very moving! Thanks for sharing! Your mom sounds like mine;-)
Dreams are treasures from other places and times we cherish even if they cannot be taken along to where we exist. They are not illusion, the space where we live is. When in linear time they shift to memory, the rough edges are ground to smooth shapes and the beauty of the dream remains. It is no longer with lament or other feelings that make us feel down we should look back on them, but perhaps rather with feelings that are a reflection of the awareness that these three dimensions that trap our spirits now are nothing but an ephemeral stint in ever evolving space and time.
A double whammy of exquisite emotion and poignancy Susan
The former depicts the absolute beauty and intensity of true love, even when it has to part, for whatever reason or circumstance, remains with us to our dying day, in every fibre and molecule of our beings.
The latter illustrates the total love and respect we have for our mother, who is the hand the rocks the cradle and the world, as I have said in this Den before, and I will reiterate, a Mother's Love is unequalled on earth.
This is the perfect start to my afternoon's reviews !
Peter
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Beautifully written poetry; enjoyed all three. BRAVA, BRAVA, BRAVA!
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
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Wonderful poetry you have shared with us today; thank you for sharing your talents! BRAVA!
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :)
love Tinka
The former depicts the absolute beauty and intensity of true love, even when it has to part, for whatever reason or circumstance, remains with us to our dying day, in every fibre and molecule of our beings.
The latter illustrates the total love and respect we have for our mother, who is the hand the rocks the cradle and the world, as I have said in this Den before, and I will reiterate, a Mother's Love is unequalled on earth.
This is the perfect start to my afternoon's reviews !
Peter