Fishing pole in hand,
head turned slightly,
You looked so content.
Eyes squinting,
mouth not quite smiling
You looked so happy.
This photo of you
beside the river
makes sense
It was you
at home.
Every time I hear
or see
rushing waters,
with fishermen
standing on banks
dipping into nature's
generous offer
your spirit will be
there.
I place this photo high
above the rest
in memory of you.
She stands against the ruins of this house and cries with despair never realized that it was falling didn't realize she would care.
Taking many things for granted through her day to day life She ignored the earlier warnings and increased her strife.
Now she walks among the aftermath and tries to sort out the pieces although it is a jigsaw puzzle without the creases
She must go on, she knows Cannot dwell on what is lost But her heart will always bleed for what it cost.
Words of Advice
Words are cheap when they reap nothing but greed Words are many when with the flip of a penny you can be freed. Words are quick when they stick to the hurts that bleed. Words are slow but they can grow with great speed. So stop and think before you speak, For they could make you weak.
Impressions
,
Sometimes deep in the night I can hear the crying. Sometimes on the wings of a fresh air breeze I can hear the laughter.
People come and go In and out of our lives so fast. The purpose of our meeting Is lost in the rush
Sometimes deep in thought, I slow down to watch Sometimes I see things I wish I had never seen..
But every once and awhile A person floats by, lingering Leaving a wonderful impression Giving hope a new meaning.
Expressions
Expressions are so rare; take me there Let me see the real me Let me know what it is to grow Let me feel what is real Whatever pain is only gain Whatever laughter is accepted hereafter I am laid bare, take me there.
Imprints In My Mind
Cool afternoons Imprints in my mind. Memories forgotten, filed away. I look around me and want.. What? I cannot touch it. Fresh breezes flutter forgotten things.. A song, a moment, a touch, a picture A revelation All of these I remember A multitude of reminsces from my past Now part of my present, my future My eyes opened once again. I want to share all this but don't know how... I cannot say it
Taking Flight
Whispering in his ear I get the feeling, I am on the verge of something I wait wondering..hoping..
Music, so loud, pounding in my chest flying with the notes I stop at the edge
Frustration overwhelms me I want to continue my wings doing a dance fighting with my fear and lonliness
He reaches inside me within a place that is secret strumming his guitar playing his music
I draw near to him safety and security Kissing my wings he nudges me on
I know I must let go taking flight listening to my own heartbeat in order for me to grow
My wings doing that dance now with the notes, high and low I plunge off the edge into my world
Breaking through the clouds Exposure set free I suddenly do not feel alone the strumming of the guitar still inside me
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