remember the memories
walking the seashore hand in hand
we clung to happy as skin does to sand
there was always a hitch
in your moonlit gaze
a clause I thought a passing phase
there’s no glue that can hold this together
the excuses you make
your vow second grade
live with your choice
the one you have selected
because my heart’s already been rejected
Crouched in the corner
lights graze my form
front and center
small, faded, forlorn
***
What do they want?
no warmth, only spite
peering and prodding
no “endless delight”
***
Sucking the color
pulling apart
perfectly aimed
at the center of my heart
**
Any one there?
a moment to share
reach out a hand
you – do you dare?
**
I’m not diseased
just lost, confused
I was the kid
no-love, abused
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On the outside…
looking in
peering at a world too far
warmth, security, love
the essence of life’s door barred
****
On the outside…
hoping for more
dreaming of things never known
kindness, gentleness, adoration
ideals read in books alone
***
on the outside…
in the cold
freezing from the inside out
pain, suffering, abuse
what’s life about?
***
on the outside…
looking in
feeling rejection and shame
cut, bruised, lifeless
bloodied doorway stained
I sat looking
Waiting
Hoping
for One last glimpse
of us
***
There we were on our bench
the picture so clear
sweet summer fragrance
eyes only for each other
***
You held me tight
beneath the maple trees
emanating warmth
even in the fall breeze
***
Words they heard
in our lover’s embrace
carefully conveyed into the night
as though they had done this before
***
You were only a breath away
whispered never “let you go”
gave me hope for tomorrow
yet I am here all alone
***
That love so strong
had one weak link
more than tears rusted through
our loving embrace
***
So I make a vigil
before our bench
I cast my love
into the frosty night
***
Into barren arms of naked maples
and cold winter air
“please hold my dreams tight”
they hear me whisper
****
I listen for hopes of you
things not spoken my dear
perhaps no one will hear
but maybe they will get
through to you
This poem is in honor of the men and women whose love was separated forever by disaster the day that Pearl Harbor was attacked December 7, 1941.
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Photography: Leslie Moon – Fall bench
Benson Kua – winter bench
Vibrant blues, exotic reds
interwoven into the fabric
of each day
as we as lovers played
***
He said I would know
when the last leaf falls
the final warm ray
no more color on display
***
Where there are only tears
to brighten my day
then I will know
you’ve gone away
***
Lifeless trees
sky turned gray
sun is spent
love failed to stay
Thanks to Aapo Haapanen for the photograph
Put away the light
I can no longer look
at rejection
it’s scars are everywhere
*
The day you walked out
the sun refused to shine
bilious sky clouded
over my heart
*
Don’t look at me
that picture must go
the last memory of love
burned out long ago
*
turn the lights off
when you leave
honey-there is no longer
a remnant of me
Thanks to Neal Fowler http://www.flickr.com/photos/31878512@N06/4598679917/
She called
no answer…
A big tear drop
filled with hope
dreams and desires
cascaded to the parapet
of her heart
There was an emptiness
in the ring
a “you are not wanted”
sound in each space
“Go on”, it said
“find another
to call with the answers”
just then the phone rang…
Thanks Rev Dan Catz for the Phone from the St. Francis San Francisco
*http://www.flickr.com/photos/revdancatt/535514134/*
Join us every week for G-Man’s Flash Fiction. Stories in 55 words.
If I…
Held out my hand
would you grasp it
or push it away?
***
If I…
opened my mind
would you gather my thoughts
or reject my words?
***
If I…
smiled at you
would you draw me close
or turn away?
***
If I…
put my heart in your hand
would you lavish your affection
or spoil our love?
***
I see…
you have
pushed me away
rejected my words
crushed my heart
Thank you my friend
for blue sunlit days
puffy white clouds
dancing as they play
Please could you send
a little less clear
add something gray
take away the cheer
let’s add rumbling
crack of lightning
suits my dark mood
can’t be more frightening
anguish of my heart
tempo please try
tumults pour forth
sorrow from my eyes
If you knew
what I was thinking, feeling
what would you do?
turn and walk away
reject Me
so much in there
makes no sense
***
understand rejection too well
should it be hidden , broadcast
nothing to be proud of
***
Lend me a clean slate
I’ll mess up in another way
different but still flawed
I guess I’m just meant to be …
texts & photos by @p3ob7o
Words, images & collages tossed from a window.
texts & some photos by @p3ob7o
Tools & Thoughts for Leaders
SHORTS, NOVELS, AND OTHER THINGS
Learning to live by the indwelling life of Christ.
Gud skaper noko nytt ved sitt Ord og sin Ande, vi kan ta imot det i tru og få oppleve at han gjer sitt verk med oss. Hans skaparkraft verkar konstuktivt i våre liv og skaper noko som er verdifullt for oss. Naturkreftene verkar nedebrytande, i fylgje entropilova, men Gud er Ånd og det som er født av hans Ande består. Jesu frelsesverk er fullbrakt og fullkome. Han er den siste Adam, som er ifrå himmelen og som for oss har vorte ei livgjevande ånd. Han gjev oss den Heilage Ande frå himmelen av berre nåde. Han gjev oss det evige livet.
Looking ahead, without looking back (too often)
Thanks for following a cowgirl on her crazy life journey.
Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there, wondering, fearing, doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before. - Edgar Allan Poe
Hoping to make the world more beautiful
Books by author Diana Coombes
With previous posting of "Our World" on Blogger
my humanity in written form
Poetry by Mich
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