She sat by the window and could only ask herself why
Because she surely didn’t know even as hard as she did try
Things just suddenly fell apart with not even an end in sight
It all just broke her heart and became an insufferable plight
Days and weeks went by and soon months had passed
Now she didn’t even try knowing such things never last
And as she stared out into space something entered her mind
The simple peace of grace is what this woman started to find
And the next day was the same, but so different in a way
No longer feeling that shame she even began to pray
She felt stronger on the inside and the out
This fight was no longer for she triumphed over that doubt
She left a message though, one that you should hear
Something everyone should know, in being perfectly clear
The Lord‘s love for you is so great you could never understand
So it’s never too late as for this too He has already planned
“Just talk to Him”
The night pressed in with a velvet hand,
I was so tired, you’d understand.
All day the world had sung its song,
But not for me—I did not belong.
The streets were lit, the windows warm,
Yet none could shield me from the storm.
I wore my smile like Sharon's borrowed dress,
While hollow winds moved through my chest.
I thought of spring, I thought of rain,
Of all I loved that could not remain.
There was no anger, only release,
A soft surrender, a will toward peace.
I let the darkness close me in,
It felt like love beneath my skin.
Do not weep, for I am free—sigh,
The world was never meant for me.
They sang to stars, to flowers pale with dew,
To hearts that bled beneath the waning moon;
Yet every song they wove from sorrow grew,
Each note a dirge, each rhyme a fading tune.
The world too heavy, pressing on their soul's,
A crown of thorns their tender temples bore;
Love fled like whispers, leaving them to hold,
And silence reigned where song had dwelt before.
Oh, cruel muse, who blessed them with your fire,
Yet cursed their fragile hearts with too much pain,
You led them, blind, to cliffs of dark desire,
And cast them down in seas of endless rain.
In lonely nights, they felt the stars grow cold,
No voice to soothe the ache of barren skies,
The ink that spilled their griefs a tale retold
Of lives unlit, consumed by unseen love.
Yet still their words endure, though they are gone,
A burning flame no tempest can erase.
Through death, they live—each verse, a tender dawn,
Each line a kiss of beauty's fleeting grace.
Why did they fall? Perhaps to teach us this:
A poet's soul must brave the abyssal deep,
To find the truth in love’s elusive kiss,
And wake the world from its eternal sleep.
In religious imagery the Rose of Sharon symbolizes the maturation of a Saintly nature. The transcending power of Motherhood and its ability to restore & save.
Forgiveness is a decision
made with the heart
and not the mind
If we are to heal
then we must call upon
the power to love
It is the greatest gift
having the power to restore
and heal
The journey to forgiveness
is long and tough
but it restore & renews
Forgiveness brings love, peace & joy
like the Rose Of Sharon
it deploys only, through purpose and love.
Poor little girl,
Decided to give her life a whirl.
Thirty-one,
Still undone,
Can't see why no one thinks she's fun.
Lost in coloring books,
Her only choice in life,
Is the color of her strife.
To ad interest,
Brain surgery and epileptic fits,
"Feel my scar".
Before she has a fit!
This is not much to bring to a conversation,
So, Rose of Sharon,
Gets lost in translation.
Sharon Lee was never bothered by anyone
On her way to school, the store or anywhere else.
She has been walking by herself since she was three, bragged her mother.
Do you think it’s because she has a giant wolf for a pet? Asked her brother.
Tear by on a Friday
Doing 75 down Sharon Road
Short cut up north through the federal woods
Back here
No one knows from US-127
About the clear-cutting as far as the eye can see
Or the heads of hills chopped off and rolling
And curves of road that’ve lost their will
To bend
A mailbox shakes in my scissor wake
With no house or driveway
Making claim of it
Hangs
On to the side of the road
Choked with scrolls of yellowed paper
Its little red arm
Up
Flailing
In my rearview mirror.
In stanzas rich with life's profound embrace,
Sharon Olds wove words, a poetic grace.
Verses danced, a vibrant, candid stream,
Her pen a beacon, in reality's dream.
Through life's tapestry, her verses told,
Of love's ardor, and stories bold.
Yet, time's relentless, inevitable tide,
Embraced her gently, where poets bide.
In the quiet realm where shadows play,
Sharon's ink echoes, an eternal display.
Her legacy, a testament to art's breath,
In life and death, she conquered death.
For Aunt Sharon, my friend
I called her my aunt, but she was more
She was a friend who my heart did adore,
She was a helper in the time of need,
She was strong, yet gentle – tis’ agreed
Like a smile, she shined her light
Lifting hearts, Sharon was downright
Kind, understanding, inspiring, giving
She taught those around her about living
Like the sun, she encouraged the soul
When darkness came, she would console,
Never let a friend feel they were alone,
Some of the reasons she was called Sharon
Sharon, in Hebrew, means a fertile plain,
It is true – she gave more than a heart can contain,
She taught her children, her nieces, her house
Yes, she even taught her adoring spouse…
That love, my friend, will always win in the end
Love is alive, glowing inside – a light Sharon did tend!
My friend Sharon is the same as me as
we have decided to let it all hang free.
No more corsets or underwire
because we feel we are still on fire.
Without recourse to peer pressure
or need to take out a tape measure.
We’ve done our bit for procreation.
Now it’s all procrastination where
slimming and exercise are concerned.
A leisurely stroll is best we’ve learned.
We’re comfortable in our slack skin.
So Sharon is my “win/win” twin.
A man paid a witch for an hex
To help his wife want much more sex
They went on a cruise
Where she made the news
Obliging the men on all decks
Letter to Sharon
You were a dancing queen,
a random unicyclist,
an overeducated ‘dark thinker’.
You were resourceful and independent,
a stubborn fighter,
a fanciful prize.
Why did you leave?
I miss you.
05 July 2021
SHARON LEE LI LAY,
NO MORE I NEED TO SAY,CAUSE HERE IS WERE I NEED TO OKAY,
OH SHARON LEE LI LAY,
AS I SLEEP,YOU LAY & PRAY,
I TOSS & TURN FROM SIDE TO SIDE,
OH SHARON LEE LI LAY,
WHY DO YOU CONTINUE TO CRY,
OH SHARON LEE LI LAY,
WHY DON'T YOU STAY I TOLD YOU A 1,000 TIMES I WAS SORRY,
OH SHARON LEE LI LAY,
DOWN IN MY RESTING PLACE,
CAN I SAY I LOVE YOU WITH AN ACTUAL STRAIGHT FACE,
OH SHARON LEE LI LAY,
I'LL KISS YOUR LIPS IF YOU STAY,
BUT ONLY YOU,MY DEAR LOVE,
SHARON LEE LI LAY,
NO MORE TO SAY,AS WE LAY.
BY: ANNODAL
The world’s a little colder;
There is less we can rely on
Without the ready shoulder
She would offer us to cry on.
The family’s less together
Since we’ll miss her calm demeanor
For no matter what the weather,
In her presence grass was greener.
Now our lives have lost some luster
As our mourning days have started
And it might be hard to muster
More than being broken-hearted.
*My dear sister-in-law, Sharon Ferguson,
passed away unexpectedly last night.
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