weeping those
ancient tears
tracing each
and
falling
as i reach
to hold your heart
to sleep...gently,
as an angel
sings...these hands fold,
feathering lightly
chasing sorrows
into air
listening for
this song of
an angel, yes!
an angel to soothe as
she sings of loneliness
and fear unbound--
at long last
free -- from the restless
chains of bleating demons' taunts
beating, haunting rhythms
of the past...
weeping with you, she...
she sings and
and singing with her,
i am grateful
for a moment's harmony,
grateful that those
eyes so full-- full enough to
weep at last--
those dry, weary eyes
alive within a heart, laden
and so long waiting,
waiting to weep, to sleep
dream free...
weeping with you, and dreaming...
dreaming of
rest, of a place
to lay that weary soul
that heart so full
too full-- and all too
knowing... always,
always, so much seen--
and now...a moment of heaven
unbound, free!
weeping with you...
i will
hold that heart
with trembling hands
gently holding fast, and
making smooth
this path...
watching, now...
watching as you sleep
knowing that for this
moment all enough
is well...
well within this
moment's
dream of peace
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Reviewed by Mari Laureano (Reader)
Reviewed on April 14, 2003
while this kind of peace is so foreign to me...one can dream...nicely done! **Mari**
Micha,
You are one of my favorites! I love your work, and I love all that I am able to feel when I read it! You are an awesome talent, and I am grateful that I am able to read your work!
"weeping with you..." is a composition to make Erato proud, and Phoebus willing to try the ichor from the veins of the Author of "weeping with you...".
My respects to the Author of "weeping with you...".
Andre Emmanuel Bendavi ben-YEHU
Reviewed by Eroica Mendoza (Reader)
Reviewed on April 3, 2003
wow... if you weep for me like this i know my world will never shatter again...
michele,
I fear all I can offer in responce to this piece, is merely a thank-you, yet know that the simple dressed in plain, rides upon the wings of reverence as well! For yes, words planted and sown in such eloquence, and tenderness of heart.
Rodney Evan Bohen
Reviewed by Lady Peg (Reader)
Reviewed on April 1, 2003
MIA,
AHHHHHHHHH I am in tears this is a sonnet of
poportions of heart wrenching reflections and I cant even say anything. TOUCHED ME SO>>>>{{{{MICHA SOUL SIS}}}}}}}}}
Love ya this is beautiful Peg
I can't say it any better than Erin did, but for you, I'll add some extra exclamation points. !!!!!!!!!!!!! Is that enough? C'mon - I use 'em all up everytime I read your work.
Reviewed by Moxie Falls (Reader)
Reviewed on April 1, 2003
Beautifully expressed as always Mi! Just stopping by and thought I'd see what you are up to. You've a keen ear for words and tempo. The poem leaves a longing feeling, a forlorn desire to be at peace, to finally find peace in a place where maybe it comes all too infrequently. Wonderful Mi!
Reviewed by Elizabeth Taylor (Reader)
Reviewed on April 1, 2003
Captivating from the first line to the last.
Reviewed by Joseph* OneLight*® (Reader)
Reviewed on April 1, 2003
I love the style and structure of this! I found this piece to be very comforting. ~Joseph
:) Wow, I agree!! The flow and rhythym, the cadence and words, all create a shivery waterfall of lilting pain and a sense of fear of losing the victory over self/love...
One of your best, Micha mi. :)
Totally IMPRESSED!!!!! This is one of the best I have read.. something about the way you told this just creeps into my heart...
she sings and
and singing with her,
i am grateful
for a moment's harmony,
grateful that those
eyes so full-- full enough to
weep at last--
those dry, weary eyes
alive within a heart, laden
and so long waiting,
waiting to weep, to sleep
dream free...
weeping with you, and dreaming...
dreaming of
rest, of a place
to lay that weary soul
that heart so full
too full-- and all too
knowing... always,
always, so much seen--
and now...a moment of heaven
unbound, free!
Robin Ouzman Hislop's poetry is certainly in dialogue with some of the key architects of the 'poetics of indeterminacy' – both the Modernist strands represented by the likes of Beckett and Stein, and the postmodernist strands represented, initially,
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You are one of my favorites! I love your work, and I love all that I am able to feel when I read it! You are an awesome talent, and I am grateful that I am able to read your work!
Hugs,
Maria
Love, JC xoxoxo
Absolutely beautiful,
Reindeer
My respects to the Author of "weeping with you...".
Andre Emmanuel Bendavi ben-YEHU
I fear all I can offer in responce to this piece, is merely a thank-you, yet know that the simple dressed in plain, rides upon the wings of reverence as well! For yes, words planted and sown in such eloquence, and tenderness of heart.
Rodney Evan Bohen
AHHHHHHHHH I am in tears this is a sonnet of
poportions of heart wrenching reflections and I cant even say anything. TOUCHED ME SO>>>>{{{{MICHA SOUL SIS}}}}}}}}}
Love ya this is beautiful Peg
One of your best, Micha mi. :)
she sings and
and singing with her,
i am grateful
for a moment's harmony,
grateful that those
eyes so full-- full enough to
weep at last--
those dry, weary eyes
alive within a heart, laden
and so long waiting,
waiting to weep, to sleep
dream free...
weeping with you, and dreaming...
dreaming of
rest, of a place
to lay that weary soul
that heart so full
too full-- and all too
knowing... always,
always, so much seen--
and now...a moment of heaven
unbound, free!