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Sleeves of the Soul
our hearts were once joined,
now apart the degrees
of separation are burning,
my wounds are weeping
there is no other day
judgment came yesterday
Autumn leaves began their journey
as my night was laid to rest
the walls started falling down
scattering the Rose of Sharon
a bed of flowers to die in
a place to lay my weary head
I can no longer go walkabout
black smoke is streaming
a signal, all is not well
there is only one reality, now
tomorrow has yet to come
yesterday is already history
I must savor these last
moments, sucking in each drop
in desperation I prayed for hope
for the will to fight again
but also for the strength to let go
my fingers slowly lost their grip
creeping my purchase crumbled
sinking ever deeper
becoming an automaton
I am going through the motions
watching the lights extinguish
along with my last grain of sanity
the cloudy waters of my heart
dream poems, writing of the light
I can surf the stars once again
the lip curls, it is folding my heart
and creasing my mind
sanity has fled on golden wings
as sleeves of soul sway in the breeze
Comments
loved
Sat, 2013-04-06 11:09
a deep hurt poem
watching the lights extinguish
along with my last grain of sanity....
yesterday we had dinner
with a lonelier one
and
was pleased having lost all
she did not fall!
loved
Seren
Wed, 2013-04-10 05:50
Dear Loved
I dont know where this one came from it just wrote itself, very glad you liked it thanks for the comment much appreciated
love JC xxx
“The world is full of magic things, patiently waiting for our senses to grow sharper.” — W.B. Yeats
Ian.T
Sat, 2013-04-06 11:22
Jayne
This is a "wow" write, a step into a world that is at my feet so I always step over it..
Some have to let it touch them and it does, I just cannot say how to jump over it, it lays there trying to grasp and pull people down.
I think that I will have to write about the light that is here and how to make a journey safe for others.
I think that the main thing is to believe in ones self, but mostly to believe what we are capable of, as weak or strong as we are..
Take care young Lady,
Yours as always, Ian.T
.
There are a million reasons to believe in yourself,
So find more reasons to believe in others..
Seren
Wed, 2013-04-10 05:57
Ian
sometimes believing isnt enough, sometimes the shadows take over and then its medication time lol when I write darker stuff I seem to get into a rut and find it hard to get out again
thanks for the read and the comment its always much appreciated
love always JC xxx
“The world is full of magic things, patiently waiting for our senses to grow sharper.” — W.B. Yeats
Frenchf
Sat, 2013-04-06 14:01
If this has come from your experiences I can only wish you well
And hope that any hurt has healed and passed over
Seren
Wed, 2013-04-10 05:59
a lot of my poetry comes from
a lot of my poetry comes from life experience, this is just one of many thanks for the read and the comment ...
hugs JC x
“The world is full of magic things, patiently waiting for our senses to grow sharper.” — W.B. Yeats
Seren
Wed, 2013-04-10 06:02
Double post
Double post
“The world is full of magic things, patiently waiting for our senses to grow sharper.” — W.B. Yeats
nokros
Sat, 2013-04-06 16:33
a great writing experience.
a great writing experience.
Seren
Wed, 2013-04-10 06:00
ello Nokros
very glad you liked it :)
sincerely JC x
“The world is full of magic things, patiently waiting for our senses to grow sharper.” — W.B. Yeats