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A muted awakening this morning
By a gentle wind driven rain
Beating a light tat rat tat rat
On the half open window pane,
Waking me with the trio of
Rain, whispering breeze
And the sighing of swaying
Many branched trees,
Rolling back the memories,
Teenaged late mornings in bed
In the little village cottage
Hands clasped behind my head
In a sort of magic detached state
Of wind and tree and bird song
Peaceful, enduring, lasting
The whole day and night long.
A world never ever thought to change
But, now except in memory, long gone.
Time’s moved on, life got faster
Villages no longer isolated
As distances shrunk,
Journey times decimated
And, in my old age in my home
Once again encircled by trees
I can lie in bed in my dotage and
Once again listen to a singing breeze,
Recapture that sense of awe and peace
With a noise that can never ever fail
To bring me peace in advancing age.
Is life a circle, a snake biting it’s tail’
Does time, in some way reverse
And then restart its flow
As fashions start and stop
And trends and foibles come and go.
Were I to fall asleep this night
rather than toss and turn restless in my efforts
seeking rest and comfort in my sought escape;
what would I say to you, now gone
emptied of my love and life as it slips away?
How often does the memory of days past, rise
as if all were today in place of yesterday
when it was always you and me against the world;
should I dream
daring to recapture what was forever between us?
Yes, I would do it all again,
casual conversations blooming to warm love's embrace
and passionate vows and promises to last a lifetime;
hold me close and tender
let me whisper in your ear, I love you still.
Forever and always
I hold you close
knowing words need not be spoken;
we are forever bound
and should I dream, I dream of you.
Silent One's Last Letter to Love 12/15/18
What becomes of a lost glory?
When it vanishes, does it take hope along?
Does it explode....
Like dynamite and smell like smoke?
Does it sink irretrievably deep
Into the depths of a stygian abyss?
Or does it float away hopelessly
Out of sight and reach
Like an untethered balloon?
Does the heat of the sun burn it
Into scattered ash like Icarus' wings?
Does it dangle dangerously on the precipice
Of a cliff about to tumble over like timber?
Is it easy or hard to recapture?
Is it like searching and finding
A tiny pebble that has been thrown so far?
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Date written and posted: 09/30/2018
Laura Breidenthal inspires me with her loving support
A sweetheart, this cyber friend of mine
Encouraging me to recapture a more inspirational path
Which sadly, has eroded slowly by time
In all my years of writing, Laura has made me feel unique
Makes me feel like I have something to offer
Which my many years on earth have happily instilled in me
Life is like a river of fast-flowing waters
At a loss, I am to express my thanks, other than to offer
These simple words of gratitude I send forth
Laura is the sweetest loyal friend, a truly loving soul
A faithful friend, my loving spiritual source
~Dare We~
Side by side in the full moonlight, looking up in wonder
Shoulders rubbing, breaths, mingling hands begin to wander
Daringly we looked together, would we really dare…
No one about we can try, there seem no eyes to stare.
Hand in hand we start to hide away from the moonlit sky
We really want to do this, but we are feeling rather shy
Should we in this moonlight, try to recapture our youth?
He takes his shoes and socks off, I am excited now in truth…
His pants come down, I kook aghast, “they cost a lot” I heard him say.
My shoes and jacket I remove, deciding it's time to play
He takes me by the hand; our bodies mingle and turn together
We feel so young this moonlit night with outstanding weather.
His legs shine white, silhouetted against the moonlit sky
Now is the time, there's no one here, I am not letting this pass me by
Up and down, slowly, carefully, his body looks so lean
I can’t believe we are sneaking a go on
our neighbour’s new trampoline...
© 5/08/2012 ~GG~
There are some questions when asked
we don’t know what to say
When there are chores to do
we would rather go out and play.
They tell us we must grow up
we are doing that by the minute
They tell us to find our inner child
that really is the limit.
My inner child packed her bag
one day and did a runner
It robbed me of all my youth
that really was a bummer.
So I decided to recapture it
and I am going out now with my net
I am looking for my inner child
has anyone seen her yet.
She really was a good companion,
I really did quite like her
We hardly ever fell out,
the big spoon she did not stir.
If you find her lost
and wandering all alone
Check she has a mobile
and then ask if she will phone.
I promise I will look after her
if she returns to me
And we can go on the rampage,
my inner child and me.
© 8/01/2013 ~GG~
Once we say ‘I love you’ to someone…once that feeling is spoken or expressed in pencil or pen…what is it that makes us keep repeating ‘I love you’ over and over again?
Perhaps it’s because ‘I love you’ are the first words we remember…meant to wash away worry and fear…when our mother placed her head next to ours and whispered ‘I love you’ into our ear.
Perhaps we keep saying the words ‘I love you’ so we can linger in their echo for a while…remembering the comfort we feel every time we hear them…how those words always accompany a smile.
Perhaps repeating ‘I love you’ is one way to recapture the feeling in our heart…
the first time we heard…or read them…
perhaps it’s one way to revisit the feeling the first time we actually said them.
Perhaps, because we have no way of knowing if we will still be here…
the next moment
the next day
the next year
we want ‘I love you’ not only to be the last words we say…
but the last words our loved ones will hear.
Or could it be when we say ‘I love you’ we’re hoping an ‘I love you’ we’ll retrieve….
knowing as beautiful as the words ‘I love you’ are to give…
they are equally as beautiful to receive.
How wonderful we have so many ways to say ‘I love you’…many ways for “I love you’ to repeat…we can say them, write them, paint them, nowadays we can text and we can tweet.
We can sing them…we can yell them out…we can say them fast…or slow
but I imagine the best way to say ‘I love you’ is one we learned from our mothers…long ago.
It’s the ‘I love you’ meant to wash away worry…
to alleviate any fear…
It’s when we hold someone tight
place our head close to theirs
and whisper ‘I love you’ in their ear.
The human spirit needs places where
nature has not been rearranged
by the hand of man
Author Unknown
A metal rail now mocks the space
where a massive trunk once rose two hundred feet,
and a long stairway, and a sign,and a doorway
make up ‘The Stump Hotel.’
As a roadside attraction this once magnificent tree
is more suggestive of an amputee
whose prosthesis
could never recapture the living limb or,
a whisper of the spark within.
Think -of the many who came and stood,
here on this altered stump.
Did anyone look up to see its phantom trunk
rising to the moon?
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I've known my love for what now seems to be a long time
And yet I'd forced myself not to acknowledge it
Not to let my heart intrude upon the determination of my mind
I'm dying for your love
I wish to dig your heart out and drink your blood
Now, words seem to beat against me as if someone else was saying them
Repeating them over and over again until they drummed in my ears ,growing louder and louder
Until my whole body vibrated to the rhythm of it
Oh darling I'm dying for your love
Though I'd never told you
You must have been aware
That my heart turned over whenever our eyes met
I yearned for you the very moment i saw you
I remember how beautiful you'd appeared as you walked towards me
We kissed as you made your way down to the garden of eden
Atleast I'll have that to remember
I admit now that since then I'd not gone to sleep
Trying to recapture the feels of your lips on mine
The strength of your arms when you held me against you
That kiss has spoilt me
Because never again would it be possible for another being to touch me
Even on the hand without feeling revolted by it
Now one , two ,three,twelve hours before midnight
When he kissed my hand
I felt a cold shiver run through my veins
As almost as if his lips had been those of a reptile
But then insidiously, frighteningly so
The fact was born in upon me that he was man enough to want more from me than a kiss
There had been a look in his eyes as he spoke which was impossible to misinterpret
Had he approached me closely I'd want to run panic stricken to safety
And what did safety mean ever since i entered the love era except you ?
I love you ..i love you
And as always i go back to the same drumming and throbing sound within my heart
The same yearning which prevaded my whole body
Like an aching wound until i knew
It was impossible to face life without you
The Altar
(From The Old New Home FWB Church)
Written: By Tom Wright
5/14/2006
It was at this dated altar that first I knelt
Being a mere babe in Christ at the time
I’ve attempted to recapture the feelings I felt
When much younger and yet in my prime
To some it is seen, just old varnished wood
For some crafter to make some small things
But my mind carried back as best it could
To its origin and the fond memories it brings
I try to put faces with mental tear stains found
And think of vows once uttered not to falter
Quietly I ponder if the walk is yet sound
Of those who knelt at this old New Home Altar
I hear shouts echoing that Saints would raise
And visualize hands lifted toward the sky
In services that closed with handshake and praise
The Holy Spirit could be felt from on high
I stare at the carving on its underside and read
“Come unto me and I will give you rest”
I think of the times I have knelt there to plead
For others, or Grace, when facing some life test
Now, this New Home altar has a new home to be
It weighs heavy with memories of past years
God touched your hearts and you thought of me
God knows our hearts and bottles our tears