Patiently waiting
i hear my heartbeat
in my ears
eyes closed
limbs still
skin so pale
hair black as night
loose and free all around me
yet i hear them whisper -
"look at her
her lips still as red as the red,
red rose."
I'm waiting for my love
to come to
touch my hand to
brush his lips across
my cheek
my forehead
he will come to me
even if i must wait
forever
lying here in state
just to hear him say -
I'm here
I love you
Leave this bed of sleep
for light
and wait for me
in the garden...
i smile to myself
although no one sees
as the nurse pulls the needle
from my vein
applies a bandage and
silently leaves the room...
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Reviews of "Sleeping Beauty"
Reviewed by Ahmad Abang (Reader)
Reviewed on August 3, 2008
It is a very moving attempt to cling on to hope. Well written.
Captivating expression creatively done, Caryn. Love and peace to you. Regis
Reviewed by La Belle Rouge (Reader)
Reviewed on June 16, 2004
Now this is unique and very powerful.
Reviewed by Ron (sketchman) Axelson (Reader)
Reviewed on June 16, 2004
I've missed ya too.
Lovely thoughts...
When I first looked at the picture I thought the columns were her legs held up. Hee, hee, sorry........(0: my crazy brain at work....
Reviewed by Lady Peg (Reader)
Reviewed on June 16, 2004
Oh ive missed ya here this is awesome yes the things that can run through our heads...
But the interpitation is outstanding......
The deep-dive literary meditations presented as stories, poems, and essays in The American Poet Who Went Home Again, A Mosaic of My Soul at Work, have captivated and inspired readers ever since its first paperback publication in 2008.
I see your writing is still the tops~`*
Just outstanding!
Well done Caryn
Peter Paton
Allen
Lovely thoughts...
When I first looked at the picture I thought the columns were her legs held up. Hee, hee, sorry........(0: my crazy brain at work....
But the interpitation is outstanding......
SMILES
lady Peg