the wind whispers
secrets only trees hear
dandelion spirits soar
Sparks aflame my sanctuary
Flickering, roaming glints
Over valleys of bygone years
So long kept in shadows
Traversing the bleakest darkness
Where heat of love evades
As the cool of Prussian blue night
Forms a silky silent shroud
Unravelling threads of sorrow's blinding
Guiding me from night to day
And through the hush, a glow emerges
Soft as songbird's first breath
Now embered dreams ignite ahead
The past melts in morning's hue
And where the lantern's light has led
Hope rekindles burning true
As she waits, dressed in his favorite red,
she waits alone in an old-fashioned world,
not a breath of wind dares tossel her head
nor a drop of rain though the sea is twirled
by unceasing tide in passage of time,
stilled for a moment, captured forever
with color magic while still in her prime,
who remembers her mortal endeavor?
No one remembers the age in her eyes,
the lines of laughter or gray in her hair;
did she hold grudges or pardon the lies,
did she hoard the gold or happily share?
All that remains is a weathered gravestone,
and this old photograph where youth hasn't flown.
Christina why do you laugh
at the men with whom you make love?
Do you have beliefs, any hopes?
Do you cry?
Do you need?
Do you fear?
Christina tell me all your fears
Ignore the devil when he laughs
Like me I know you need
someone special to love
I say "In the rain we all cry
when we lose sight of hope."
Christina do you see the lighthouse of hope
Or the angry sea as fear?
She asks "Have you ever seen a seagull cry
Or for that fact laugh?"
"They are free of the burden of love
But they see the sea as home."
Christina cries in need
"What does it take to have hope?"
"I want love
I hate fear
I want to laugh
Whenever I cry"
"Christina please don't cry
Because it's you I need
I want to hear God laugh
I want to shake His hand and hope
That all of my fears
Don't get in the way of all my love"
Christina is in love
That is why she can cry
The angry sea crashes in fear
That's how it feeds its need
To destroy all hope
and the reason we all laugh
So Christina you don't need to fear
As land is now within sight
And as you reach shore we will reunite
I do not know what's on your mind
I cannot ask, we are confined
To silence
You maybe want to share and chat
And tell your thoughts
Of this and that
So locked we are in soundless pose
Held secrets of our lone repose
Imagine we could read each thought
Communicate while saying naught
We may become just silent friends
Before the day of silence ends
And would discover, strange but true
That common ground we never knew
Existed
So we'll return to lives adrift
Still strangers with a common gift
To families and lives unknown
As separated souls to home
We will return
In mystery
You will be you
And I will be
Me
Once a muse named Christina
who had the wisdom of Athena
made a suggestion
sage without question
and I followed into that arena
she recommended that I write
‘bout fairy tale characters with bite
now there are many
to choose aplenty
I’ll be writing late into the night
Although Christina does not know it
she's turned me to a kind of poet
who can be silly
write willy nilly
and be careful that I don't blow it!
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My daughters, I’m so very proud of you.
You have grown to become, fine young women.
Let not your hearts or lives be ruled by men.
Stand fast, and to your own desires be true.
Take what you need, but no more than your due.
Act cautiously, you are noblewomen.
Speak softly for, you are gentlewomen.
Let integrity shine, in all you do.
Know this my daughters, I've always loved you.
Every day, you are in my thoughts, my prayers.
That God grant you wisdom, in all affairs.
May your strength and your courage be renewed.
For every challenge in life you pursue.
How I wish I were there to ease your cares.
And to mend your hearts, from life's little tears.
Remember this, I will always love you.
The poetess Christina Rossetti,
Once sat at the end of a jetty,
The words wouldn't come,
So she sucked on her thumb,
Then wrote a small ode on spaghetti!!
Christina is pretty
She always looks nice
Her boyfriend loves her
He kissed her twice
He left her on the dance floor.
Her Ceasar on the blend.
Her jubilee of laughter
she danced to heights on end.
As chirping on her cell phone
alerted her to laughter.
and all the unknown callers
were hers for chasing after.
When something interrupted
she couldn't understand.
Her friends were yelling at her
come here; you're still unmanned.
The Poet’s Pluck – Christina Rossetti
In MY DREAM I see A PORTRAIT
And REMEMBER a girl I used to know,
SHE SAT AND SANG a loving song
Of a boy from Oh, so long ago.
In DREAM LAND she seems ALOOF
As if THE WORLD were far away,
But the song she sings I know so well,
It is the song we learned to play.
IN AN ARTISTS STUDIO I hear that song
That we sang for a year or so
And A PORTRAIT still lives in MY DREAM
Though we sang Oh, so long ago.
08/02/17
A heart like hers was true,
To me, I always felt like I knew you.
To many, a blessing you were,
When all of a sudden, there came a blur.
It all came down fast like the rain,
Giving my heart the greatest pain.
On the floor, I was curled up in a ball.
I was ready to crumble and fall.
On my knees, I was praying.
In my head, your songs I kept replaying.
You are now at peace,
My tears will now cease.
Forever your name will live on,
As if you were never gone.
With love,
Away you flew like a white dove.
Each subject breathes in a different way
with intimacy I can feel
Where images will call me
to fall into the spell.
Emotion draws me
to the place where
Christina's
beauty
dwelled
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Based on the paintings of Andrew Wyeth
And his series of "Christina"
12//10/15
Christina Georgina Rossetti 1839-1894
a true inspiration I find her to be
devout Christian a poet of great skill
possessing lyrical gifts for all to see
To my eyes her masterpiece was
writing through Jesus Christ's eyes
"the love of Christ that passeth knowledge"
this insightful work makes one's heart to rise
Portraying all the emotions of Calvary
the horror and agony of it all
what a sacrifice the Christ had paid
totally obeying His heavenly call
This poetical work shows Christ's victory
as one seeking a kingdom to gain
so His disciples could reap it's reward
as their Lord would eternally reign
So Christina is a true classic poet
one that inspires many a pen
London born of the Victorian era
few can compare with now or then
AUTHOR NOTES: Christina Georgina Rossetti 1839-1894, my inspiration in writing poetry ,
a queen among many poetical gems. my favourite being
'the love of Christ that passeth knowledge".
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