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IN SOLEMN RETROSPECT
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JOURNAL # 41 I tell myself
don't feel the fall out
don't feel the fall out
but that is just logic arguing a moot point
on my own clouded behalf
on my own clouded behalf
for I feel everything now
in piles upon piles of such shredded misery
I shuffle the emotions
attempting to garner some momentum
on my day
on my day
I placate my aching heart
with pleasantries
of the like
such as, it's all somehow,
someway going to be okay
I file away and re examine
the many wondrous things you've said
which pulled you closer and
still closer to me
among all those days and nights
that we gloriously shared
paradise alas has ousted us
from its physical midst
weary we are, of the weeks
that have transpired since
someway going to be okay
I file away and re examine
the many wondrous things you've said
which pulled you closer and
still closer to me
among all those days and nights
that we gloriously shared
paradise alas has ousted us
from its physical midst
weary we are, of the weeks
that have transpired since
the once brilliant colors of life
have bled themselves dry and
faded to a dull, pale gray
sometimes it feels as if I am
searching for hope in a hopeless
sort of way
reminds me of an old biblical saying
that my grandmother use to always say
I find myself forever standing
knee deep in a river and dying of thirst
so know that only through mists of love
for us my darling
will the world part
to give us what we long for most
the safety net of a forever love's security
for the like of which most humans pray............
(Nov. 22, 2013 11 11 am)
have bled themselves dry and
faded to a dull, pale gray
sometimes it feels as if I am
searching for hope in a hopeless
sort of way
reminds me of an old biblical saying
that my grandmother use to always say
I find myself forever standing
knee deep in a river and dying of thirst
so know that only through mists of love
for us my darling
will the world part
to give us what we long for most
the safety net of a forever love's security
for the like of which most humans pray............
(Nov. 22, 2013 11 11 am)
Truer words could not be
Truer words could not be said,
Nor rainbows beamed from flesh unwed,
To know one's soul, and hold its light,
From hands of love such sparks ignite,
If I lay me down to sleep,
And leave this vessel, please do not weep,
For love like ours n'er be denied,
Behind the veils of moments cried,
If I wander do not be pained,
For it is this love that I mean to sustain,
Close thine eyes and feel this heart,
For its been yours at my very start,
Before the sun shined light on earth,
The seeds were planted for love's birth,
And you and I became as one,
To live this life that has begun,
Hold it tender, love it sweet,
Until again our lips will meet.
Melissa you got me on this one...obviously, huh?... lol.
As I wrote somehow the thought of JFKs death rose within me and my love for my better half. Probably because of the date you wrote this. -peace-
...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."
"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "
Why thank you night light for sharing...........
I'm always deeply touched when others write a poem of their on in response to reading one of mine. That is why when I am inspired by another poet I am careful to label the work of the person who inspired those words out of me......again thanks so much, sincerely, M.
Melissa, one of the things I
Melissa, one of the things I think is so cool about reading on here is exactly that. It's like a walk thru the minds of post poems!! I love it!
http://www.postpoems.org/authors/nightlight1220/poem/972737
...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."
"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "