you should have 'thoughts' more often :) beautiful


I,cusp my hands,
not to splash my face
But to refresh my memory
Of your giving grace.

How can this be
Held apart
When two people want
What we can't start.

I long for you
My route 66
My long walk
Don't do this for kicks.

All those that read
And find your enchanted
Take it from me
Don't take it for granted......

MIg you are an amazing pen, that has made my day,
Talks of beauty
As if the song of a whale
Or the shimmering
Scales of Ariel's tail,

Dipping beneath
Broken moonlight
Sailors memories
A sirens fright

Take it on board
But do not drown
Whispers of curses
This titanic town

Soul Searching

To my beloved my heart calls.
My will answers.
Fallen Angels whisper thoughts of forsaken death
And unrighteous pain.

Lying near the ground tears fall freely, now
There is no hope of endless love.
The heart breaks and shrivels until there is nearly nothing left.
The scattered pieces blow in the wind waiting to be mended.
Starlight unfolds and shines bringing the pieces back anew.
They glow with a great light that blinds all
Except the knight that is to claim the heart, my beloved.
If it still wills to beat.
To put it right or to tear it apart beyond repair.
The burn stings as well as the free falling tears that calm.
The clouds flow to the ground to make
The hunt, a new challenge.
What is it to seek?

It will not be known. It has been seen, and therefore cannot be unseen.
A sickness bubbles to the surface taking away the beauty of light.
Sounds linger, after the silence passes.
Nothing is left but the cold grip of death that lay a few feet away,
Eyes closed, mouth open for one last breath,
Body contorted into a final pose.
One year hence, and the memory stays.
No jokes can be spoken now, but tears can spring to eyes anew.
Adieu to the night.
The sun waits to rise.

wars are fought and ended, but the casualties remain forever more.
such an intense write, and memory. love this write. x x

oh gosh, that is too high a pedestal amongst amazing writers here, you included. but, i curtsy ((and i do write alot, just
the personalness of them keeps them at bay most of the time...))

one of my favorite writes, for a multitude of reasons.

Any holiday with gatherings makes you miss the loved ones not there. Papashroom I hope your loss has been lightened with wonderful memories.

Bastet, this was a beautiful poem and I enjoyed the visuals of the ocean along with the sentiment there