you open your eyes every morning...
you harbor the scars of the past
you reach for the hand of an angel
she's there...beyond your grasp
i know the pains that you're feeling
i relate to the war of the soul
i hear and I fret over sadness
i rock to your rhythm to roll
i thrive on the promise of tomorrow
i bide each moment...I mope
i adore the thought that you'll need me
i persevere and I wait just to hope
i race along with the breezes
i seek the haven from pain
i'll rush to your arms within seconds
reach out ...I'm wet from the rain
Beeeautifullll. When I saw that bird's wings appearing I thought it was the Opera House in Sydney Harbour. Nature is better, finer, and more exquisite than the finest architecture and music.
Such a loving soul you have, To look past the person you see yourself to be to try to see the person your lover sees, To hope and wait, poised to run to comfort him, If only his arms would open, and reach out to you....... Such a sad and beautiful write. Pierre.
Dear Dixie Bud . . .
To me, Susan, your constructs lately are like that glorious image - flying freely through the space of imagination, and whatever it touches leaves an impression. I am gleaning much from you!
In the words of my blood son Garrett the Warrior ...
"You be da bomb girl!"
Last line is the zinger, Susan, but then, you knew that. This poem becins with the expectation of maybe something dire in the offering, but no, a thousand times no, you gave the reader reason to be optimistic. Very good.
From the author of Jupiter Remembered and Until It’s Time: Embracing Life In Our Later Years comes Petals of Love: Poetry of a Woman’s Soul – a heartfelt collection spanning more than thirty-five years. Through tender reflections, these poems offer g
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And, all I can come up with for pariase is, "Damn Good!"
- Bill
Susanileen;-)
Jill
Love Tinka
To me, Susan, your constructs lately are like that glorious image - flying freely through the space of imagination, and whatever it touches leaves an impression. I am gleaning much from you!
In the words of my blood son Garrett the Warrior ...
"You be da bomb girl!"
In appreciation and respect ...
Richard the Intrepid
Aberjhani
Wonderful poem, and I love that pic.
A very beautiful and romantic poem
Your big heart shows in this one...
Love the picture of the heron
Peter