Heart – Page 5

March 13, 2013

Forgotten Dreams

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let my mind run with
imagination down the
page of forgotten dreams

always in anticipation
of dredging up whimsy
in stars that are gazing

down at me wondering
at the human condition
forever pondering if

we really pursued in
selfless abandonment
dreaming of futures

for those that have less
whose hearts never ask
to have not the aching

that their minds might
run with imagination down
a page of forgotten dreams

This is for dVerse Poets Pub http://dversepoets.com/category/online-poetry/

March 12, 2013March 12, 2013

I have written this for dVerse a bit late and realize it won’t be posted there now as the link has expired but I was taken by Gretchen’s idea of music and wanted to put this out there in any case. Please listen to this song that has given me such pleasure to listen to and I hope you will see how it impacted my writing here. Thank You!
http://www.metrolyrics.com/who-i-was-born-to-be-video-susan-boyle.html

do you live in the shadows
as i have done so wanting
to please who would
guide but from

a distance above as
you walk a tightrope
i did many years for
i always hoped

acceptance would come
in palpable ways to
amaze me and show me
my path was not grey

ambivalence filled with
the need to sleep when a
well meant prayer struck
fear ‘my soul to keep’

where the days took me
on a journey of my
own making and never
would i be forsaking

my need to fly to the
heavens above to create
all that my heart dreamed
of for it is sad it came

when she left this earth
to finally release me to
soar unburdened as i
move ever forward

my muse now nurtures
the wordsmith that was
once all but broken
the letters form words

that spill forth in
treasure to give my soul
long-awaited pleasure
conjuring melodies

seldom heard a display of
fireworks in rainbow
colors i walk my path in
awe and it has occurred

that life is still here and
i have not missed it as
i dance with it now as
i live in the moment

This is for dVerse Poets Pub http://dversepoets.com/category/tag/interact/

February 13, 2013

Remnants Loved

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we might walk along
the ocean shore
to collect driftwood
a carnage
i implore
washed here from
other distant lands

or linger as i do now
in your embrace
listening to words
that will leave
no sign or trace
we have been here as
the wind and sea
carry footprints

away so effortlessly
but tell me only
of your
passion filled heart
and do not share
that which you
should not impart
of secrets once shared

with another heart true
who you left for a time
so that you
could walk with me
here to collect driftwood
washed smooth and clean
remnants loved and
left by the sea

This is for dVerse Poets Pub http://dversepoets.com/category/openlinknight/

February 8, 2013February 8, 2013

Running Away

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she stood very still
behind the building
breathing steadily with
her heart pounding
loud inside her ears
and she waited

she didn’t like school
no one noticed her as
she simply walked to
the end of the hallway
so she could get away
and she ran

she kept running until
she was here just past
the last classrooms
the playground where
the big kids played
and she stopped

what to do, where to go
would they look for her
she was in trouble
hours now it must be
but no one came to see
and she was alone

she decided to go back
back across the empty
asphalt playground
back to the building
classroom and back
down the hallway

just as she arrived
tired and scared
the teacher was calling
all the kids in as
though she never left
and was always there

When you are five years old and decide to make your escape from Kindergarten the world becomes a very big place. To this day I’m not sure they knew I had gone.

This is for dVerse Poets Pub at at http://dversepoets.com/tag/memory/

November 12, 2012November 13, 2012

Images of Teddy Bears

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fighting back the fears
of losing you always
illusive as giant spiders
crawling over me
on the attack..ATTACKING

talking to you calmly
joking about tomorrows
amidst sterile sheets
IV lines needle piercing
driP, drIP, DRIPPING

watching your eyes
close beneath the shining
BRIGHT hospital lights
you seem SO very small
but only to me

glancing as attendants
wheel people by their
surgery already done
time goes by the
clock ticK, tiCK, TICKING

purple hospital gown
images of teddy bears
my heart beating
against my rib cage
thump…THUMPING

you lay before me waiting
and…one minute here
…the next one gone
time mediates anxiety
’til i see you smile again

My daughter had a successful surgery to remove surgical clips left from a surgery some 14yrs ago now and is doing well. The doctor who did the surgery has since disappeared (you hear about this happening to people you don’t know) but my daughter is now happy that perhaps she can get on with life. These are the things that went through my mind before her surgery.

August 28, 2012

Time’s Door

Photo by Edward Weston 1939

the coastal terrain whizzes
by in my effort to catch up
to claim time as my ally

drift wood laden shores
with rocky strewn beaches
such alien distant creatures

my car picks up speed on
straightaways, slowing down
on curves the car sways

when will i reach destination
unknown a room with a key
time once again has flown

walking on the sandy beach
salt spray, shells and stone
i no longer feel alone

my thoughts weave about the
elusive tide of time’s door
plying soul and spirit’s core

reaching inside to pull my
heart throughout times’ eternity
journey’s calm is wrought

as though the sea winds have
wrapped me within their embrace
helping me again to face

a world where the essence of
time flies capturing unnoticed
years unfurling tinctured rhyme

July 27, 2012

Pebbles

calibrated gestures
entertaining
thoughts of
me and you in
my heart

like a pebble in
a stream does
it stay forever
wedged between
other pebbles

or does it become
smooth with time
comfortable
but with the
current swift

will it too move
on to take hold
in another place
resplendent
and still loved

July 21, 2012

Enchanted Child

enchanting image before
our eyes a
girl child pretends
to spy from

behind the pillar as
we watch her
there she lightly
touches him on
his hair

while she
romps and plays to
catch his smile but
does not know that
all the while he

can not ever play
along the frozen boy
made of stone
lives on

she has captured our
hearts in her
childlike way for
happiness is
her’s today

When my daughter and I were in a hospital waiting room some time ago we watched a little girl play hide and seek with a life size statue of a boy and to watch you would think he would, at any time, come to life.

June 11, 2012June 11, 2012

Broken Colored Glass

she sits looking out her
bedroom window trying
to remember
WHEN!
when did everything
come apart…begin
to DISINTEGRATE

perpendicular this life
with that other
universe
where others
remember
WHEN!
parallel lives

opening up inside her
shattered mind
yesterday it was
all CLEAR!
her four walls
like everyone else’s
painted beautiful

portraits of children
on walls to
recount memories
times of laughter
now fading
becoming something
WHEN!

reminiscent becomes
faltering steps
eager to see a
likeness that
goes with a name
CLEAR! as
crystal

unlike the clouded
looking-glass
where someone else
appears before
her eyes
WHEN!
disguising features

thought she knew
them another
time apart from the
kaleidoscope
broken colored glass
she knows now
WHEN!

will become as distant
as the broken pieces
of her mind
a heart no longer
disturbed as
there will be
nothing to remember

WHEN……

I have met so many people in my life with either a mental illness or simply a break down of the mind’s capacity to remember. My aunt, now many years gone, was a fun loving, intelligent woman who for years ran my uncle’s business and whose memory in later years vanished with the onset of Alzheimer’s. This once very independent woman, who did so much for others, ultimately went to my cousin’s to live so she could have someone take care of her in her decline. I was not privy to these difficult years, in which she lost touch with her reality, but often wonder how it must be and how very close we all could be to such a reality such as her life became.