Dedicated to someone experiencing the intense pain of loss. I've been there. My heart goes out to you.
Nothing is lost that's wrought with tears: The music that you make below Is now the music of the spheres.
-John Davidson, A Ballad of Heaven _________________________________
I weep in my sleep When tears cannot be held and emotion flows freely from my heaving heart. The pillow damp with pain poured out. Hurt locked away within an inner prison Kept hidden within the folds of my multifarious nature But, in the night hours, the sandman pays the bail, unlocks the jail and sets these feelings free. Until I wake and take them captive, lock up then throw away the key...
At first I thought I was reading an ordinary poem, but the second half knocked it into a higher category, not because of the rhyme but because of the analogy and imagery. Great job, Chanti!!! You shine. ~~Nordette
Who does not know the feeling? You express
very well the way we tend to sit on our
emotions -- fear them!! It would be wonderful
to think that the sandman is able to help
every mourner open up, if only in sleep.
Thank you for your sensitive and deeply
wise. . .want to call it a prayer. Heart to
heart, soul to soul, Phyllis
I have gone through something like this in very much the same way. My bedroom pillow practically became a sponge. My heart goes out to you and the person to whom you wrote.
Makes one fear sleep and the thoughts forethcoming. Thoughtful pen Chanti
Reviewed by Anna Marie Fritz (Reader)
Reviewed on January 24, 2005
A most beautiful soul-sharing for someone who undoubtedly
is in much pain emotionally. Your kindness touches so many,
dear Chanti.
I will miss Silke's poems as well.
Judy & Janet, thanks for pointing out the font colour. I've darkened it to make it easier to read. I hope this works. I wanted to use grey (gray) to compliment the content of the poem but it was too light. Thanks again.
Love Chanti
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You are welcome Steven. I dedicated this poem to you after reading your article about Silke your beloved wife. No words can offer you the comfort you need but it is good to know that people care.
NOTE: Silke, Steven's 'soul wife' has been declared brain dead. Her loss is shared by many on the den who came to know and care for her.
Reviewed by Kate Clifford (Reader)
Reviewed on January 23, 2005
This is a write that will touch the heart of all who reads it. Thank you for such a beautiful sharing.
You clearly show empathy in this write. Very nicely done. -- Jeff
Reviewed by Andy Turner (Reader)
Reviewed on January 23, 2005
You sure have great empathy, with someones private hell.
Sounds like you're this sandman, paying the bail, releasing your friend from gaol. Helping them back to heavenly freedom.
I never have understood this sandman thing?
Reviewed by Judy Lloyd (Reader)
Reviewed on January 23, 2005
I am like Janet and I understood what you wrote and find that it is indeed written from pain. My eyes are bad too.
A very powerful and compassionate write, Chanti. To understand another's grief and through your own past experience, be able to validate their feelings and help them through it all, shows your compassionate heart and your lack of selfishness. Beautiful poetry!
Take care,
Sherry
WHISPERS OF THE HEART is artist and author J. Allen Wilson's second book of poetry.It can be autographed and shipped within 48 hours of order. NO LONGER AVAILABLE.
very well the way we tend to sit on our
emotions -- fear them!! It would be wonderful
to think that the sandman is able to help
every mourner open up, if only in sleep.
Thank you for your sensitive and deeply
wise. . .want to call it a prayer. Heart to
heart, soul to soul, Phyllis
is in much pain emotionally. Your kindness touches so many,
dear Chanti.
I will miss Silke's poems as well.
Love Chanti
----------------------------
You are welcome Steven. I dedicated this poem to you after reading your article about Silke your beloved wife. No words can offer you the comfort you need but it is good to know that people care.
NOTE: Silke, Steven's 'soul wife' has been declared brain dead. Her loss is shared by many on the den who came to know and care for her.
Sounds like you're this sandman, paying the bail, releasing your friend from gaol. Helping them back to heavenly freedom.
I never have understood this sandman thing?
Saandie May Angel a.k.a. Sandie Angel :o)
Felix
Your compassion encompasses each empathetic word; a most beautiful, moving tripbute. Excellent write!
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla. :)
your friend Paul:-}
Take care,
Sherry