Noticing feelings of intrepid silence, yet hoping to blend into nothingness, along with silent thoughts, left drifting in and over waterfalls.
Taking time to delve into many aspects of imagination, believing that all things will eventually come together in a mutual ending.
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Fascinated by other people’s stories,
allowing them to express the truthsof their lives and, if inspired Iwrite poems expressly for them.(2-18-13
Tacit feelings unfolding slowly from beneath coverlets of sorrow, scented with death’s meanings, not clearly defined on earth.
Hoping to last long enough to see grandchildren grow and mature before having to leave earth’s existence for a final time.
Alone in a familiar world, I wonder what has happened to make me grow older.
It numbs me with the pain of their passing.Wanting to reach out to them and hold them close, but how can you hug their deadened ghosts?Where are the words, ‘I love you’, felt so deeply here inside?I feel, but can not speak to them for they are no longer here.Where is the past I once…
Many memories shine through clouds of grief, leading to recovery one day in the future.
Today is a puddle of remorse that I keep stepping in no matter which direction I go.Where can I hide?Where can I place my tears except on the headstone of another life being lived beyond without me.Touching joy of past endeavors with my soul, I remember, I remember, through clouds of my mind.
Kicking cans down the street in time with inner rhythms.
we couldn’t afford to buy a ball to play with.Days of joy and fun, not knowing the essence of our child-hood was people feeling sorry for us.We had each other, we couldn’t want for more than that.Now grown with children and grandchildren rhyming life inpoetical verse.