Images of my childhood now remained covered
Just like winter's snow that covers the ground
The places and things that I did are no longer real
They melted away and never left a sound.
Even my photos of growing up have disappeared
No more 5 x 8's or 3 x 4's - now twisted, distorted
I can no longer distinguish what's white or gray
Now even those memories have faded away.
I looked for my footprints, they too have dissipated
They were somehow trampled on by newer youth
Realized I could never go back, started to cry
My tears poured down and formed a reflective pool.
A collection of my liquid hurt proved to be pensive
As I kneeled down to touch it, I found it to be shallow
It was escaping into the earth, all that was left was mud
Soon it turned quickly to dust and escaped into the wind.
Now I knew it was time to grow up, slapped my face
Told myself to get a grip, just like Old Man Winter does
Got back on my knees, looked up, asked for God's help
He reassured me, gave me faith - I no longer sit in solitude.
'2008' RLS
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~Solitude~
Propositioned passions torment me
Conversation dulls me to inner wit
Why do I listen to thee in solitude?
Hope laid waste like winter solstice
Kneels me to dreams now faded;
Being taught on how to die –
Like fallen leaves flaked in time
Now whispering in frozen graves
Dwelling in the midst of vengeful sages
“Ach! der ist bald allein!”
My self-portrait canvasses like a snowy-slope
Its pain crystallizes in a whitened dell
No half-truths, no half-reasons
A short retirement urges a hasty return
All too reverend, somewhat visually impaired;
When dwelling on companions gone
Away! Away! To a new solitary place
Perhaps to a home where memories stalk
Umbrae as-to a shadow-less shade
In solitude, a constant vigil I will keep.
Copyright © 2006 Tinka Boukes & Dennis O’Bell
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :(
Love,
Christine
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
Glad you found solace.
hugs,
Gina
Becca~