If e're we could move that mountain from between thee and me,
where would be lament or reason to grieve?
How remove the hollow from the tree, or shore from the sea?
What left would there be?
What if ere the beam lost it's moon.
Or lovely Autumn raiment lost it's tree? What then would it be?
Can one sow the seed without the land?
Would this be what Powers planned?
The grief, the longing, oh, the heartfelt gaze,
The strife the loneliness, but a soulful phase.
A mountain surmountable, a hollow fulfilled,
A sea able to be, a beam again spilled.
A stage again for raiment,... a fertile valley for seed.
Our love could not be boundless without the bonds of these.
Upon the pier of restless shore
she scans across the endless swell,
to end pain’s woe just like before...
her necklace breaks, in chilled farewell.
On edge of evening,clockwork races
with hope to drown in circling waves.
No more a chance to hold stars’ graces,
a wish tangled in child’s tomb, engraved.
Big dipper heeds her whimper, faint
as dazzling light soaks in deep sea.
Her infant harks ,” Mom, be restraint;
I'm here with you, through love’s glory.”
By questioning the bleak of days
her truth alights, as heart obeys.
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by nette onclaud
"Last Sigh of Goodbye"
charming candlelight lost radiant glaze
emotions vanished into twilight dust
broken pieces of heart swallowed in maze
as passionate masquerade died in lust.
fleeting embers of deceit bid adieu'
one last sigh of goodbye stole life's faint breath
a love letter spoke words of love untrue
in painful fond farewell eyes closed in death.
beyond dark grave lies loneliness and tears
'tis better to have loved and lost in life
yet ultimate betrayal spirit sears
impaling soul with wounds deep thrust of knife.
painted finale' carved in canvas cries
caressing love in bouquets of goodbyes.
*For Harry Horsman's Goodbye Contest.
*Nov. 15, 2012.
This past week I lost two good friends. The one friend I lost to cancer. The poor guy
suffered horribly. All through his ordeal his wife was by his bedside. I began to reflect
on this and I tried to put myself in his place. What would I say? What would I think
knowing I was about to die? Shortly after I composed this sonnet.
Weep no tears for me at this time and place.
A thousand eyes change not my destiny.
All living things must die eventually
Except my love for you, which I embrace.
Feel not sad for me looking at my face
Although it's old and wrinkled you can see
A budding rose should age so gracefully.
My time grows near my love; in any case
Your life goes on nevertheless my love.
So wipe those eyes dry of life's mournful dew
And think not this time undeserving of.
Life had been kind, more so, finding you.
A lifelong companion envied above
By angels and cherubs alike. Adieu!
"My dear, do you love me?" No, I think not.
A loving foundation is based on trust.
I lost that trust that ties true lovers' knots.
Without it, all love dies and turns to dust.
My heart's been broken many times before
Each love I lost left me uncertainty.
Love doesn't live within me anymore
This I say to you with all certainty.
Love is like snow, beautiful while it lasts
But comes a time it thaws and disappears.
And what remains are traces of the past:
The painful heartaches, lonely nights and tears.
Ask not again of me, do you love me?
Love has died leaving painful memories.
(Joy Over Sinners' Repentance
The tax collectors and sinners were all drawing near to listen to him
The Pharisees and scribes began to complain
"This man welcomes sinners and eats with them
" So to them he addressed this parable
"What man among you having a hundred sheep and losing one of them would not leave the ninety-nine in the desert and go after the lost one until he finds it?
And when he does find it
He sets it on his shoulders with great joy
upon his arrival home, he calls together his friends and neighbors and says to them,
'Rejoice with me because I have found my lost sheep.'
I tell you,
In just the same way there will be more joy in heaven over one sinner who repents than over ninety-nine righteous people who have no need of repentance. (LK 15:1-7)
Time shifting through the elements themselves
Reveals little but what is of ourselves
Over bridge of eternity I’ve flown
Grasping at the railings of life’s unknown
Colors they flash before my eyes twinkling
Like the stars in the sky seeming winking
Over and over inside my lost head
I wander around looking for a bed
A place to lie on to fill my dreams up
Allowing rest to bring life to my cup
The bridge composes of enlightenment
Based off of hope’s lovely encampment
Strong hopefulness for peace and desires true
Times enveloping trip into the blue
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Lost in thought, deep in despair
Knowing loneliness has no bound
Eager to speak, quick to share
Ready to fool and to confound
Time moves memory remains still
Thoughts linger of what could be
Pain of lost hope does not heal
Nor can any faith part the sea
Love gives hope a new resting place
Questions of what will come to pass
Reason fights looking for any trace
Longing grows like the blades of grass
In the darkest hour, filled with solitude
Where can one be found in the multitude
Truth that is masked by the heart of a man
Can only explain the start of a lie
A lie so heavy, it spits on your plan
Left with emptiness, your soul on crows fly
Lost while still young, forgotten by the path
Living with shame, that no longer gives pain
Held at the throat by the questions wrath
How dark was made, that ignorant stain
Now you delve into knowledge left by the wise
In order to uncover a truth that was hidden
Burdened with sorrow whilst the nurser cries
Hindered by usurpers who have want of no lesson
Hold on to the railing, prepare a strong mind
For never you know what's out there to find
Oh, where does the mind go when it is lost?
When the day’s trite monotonous tone brings
It madness, causing it to fly across
Realities realm as if it had wings;
Flying, soaring to silent streets far gone
From mortal bonds along beautiful shores
Long, long before civilizations dawn,
Running from the beast that is the day’s chores.
Some get lost in pages of books just read
Or in the search to find a poets tone.
Or, searching for the right words never said
To lost loves ones that we have always known.
The mind is not as lost as it would seem
Just dreaming behind my computer screen.