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Catherinee Dibuono Poem
As she stopped atop the terraced stairs
her tiny ,yet sensual figure .seemed to take on a glow
This beautiful woman, daughter of mine
Was shining ,like a glistening gemstone of varying hues
And all living things around her seemed to stop their daily chores
And breath in her angelic beauty.
She stood radiant in her snow-white glory. unaware of her glow
Her long gauzy veil moved gently , ever so slightly
As a breeze passed and uttered a sigh of admiration.
The sun beamed down warmly as the puffy clouds paused .
This was her day and all of nature stood enchanted
As she seemingly floated down each step with natural grace
All breathing seemed to stop , waiting for her entrance to complete
her smile, so radiant with love and delight, emitting her innate beauty
And the luminescent waters mirrored her beauty in natures surroundings.
She walked in beauty , harmonious with nature on that day
And all the Angels in the heavens stood enthralled, whispering softly
As she floated along the green of Summer's carpet
And the flowery petals opened wider to catch the colors of her beauty
And watch Christine, the most elegant of flowers , on her ceremonial day.
Copyright © Catherinee Dibuono | Year Posted 2012
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Catherinee Dibuono Poem
The golden touch of the end- of- Summer-leaves
along with the coolness of the Summer's rays as they fade into the past
Together bring as saddness as if an old friendship is once again lost
As all my Autumns have been painful as the Summer sun does pass
And friendships die along with the heat of the sun and perhaps
they never were real or would last
My heart dreads another year of cold, ice=like pain and the winds
blowing heavy as my pain begins
Again, as only a reminder of how alone I am ..in my thoughts and my in my life
So, perhaps it is near the end.
A hopelessness surrounds me as each day I wake withj fear
how will i get anyplace or where i want to go
And only the quiet of my sleep , where dreams lead me to places i still know
BGut even then, i wake in pain,my body burns with pain
i try to think of happier days but they too have faded with the sun
to be or not to be is not the question here
but do i want to be a part of another year...
i find no joy in singing or talking on the phone
but find i am playing a part of a person that i don't even know
where have i gone and what have i to show in this dust- coated room?
Copyright © Catherinee Dibuono | Year Posted 2013
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Catherinee Dibuono Poem
OVERCARE
By Catherine DiBuono I read about myself in a chapter of a book last night
I just opened up a page to browse and there I saw my life
OVERCARE, it said, produces chaos and stress
Related to persons or events or just everyday strife
You over-attache and identify too
Not just with empathy but beyond what is due.
My God, I thought, it’s how I live every day
I thought that’s what God wanted,so I did it my way
So here I sit writing under blue sky and sun
Hoping God’s warming rays will show me the way.
God “threw me a brick’, saying open your eyes
What you are doing is OVERCARE and not God prescribed
Shame, resentment, guilt and more
I allowed myself to be engulfed, right down to my core..
My spirit so damaged, panic ten long years gone
Has returned with full force, controlling my fragile mind.
So its Your will, not mine, which I will implore.
Step by step, day by day, using Your strength to endure.
Heal my fear of driving ,get me out past my front door
Ease my mind back together, this I now implore.
For this is my poem and also my prayer
That I balance my life fully, but not OVERCARE.
Copyright © Catherinee Dibuono | Year Posted 2012
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Catherinee Dibuono Poem
The night has become my dearest friend
I can hide from prying eyes and loud rough knocks on my door
i need no excuse to lie down as I pull my phone up close and put it on busy
No explanation needed as i say my message on my Voivemail that i am unavailable
and so i am ..to you and you and you
For you do not know my problems..laughable to you
but the mistake i made in coming here is very clear..
No choice you say,,that is right and for that reason i am
And no other but you will not see me or hear from me or talk
Just an occasional quote or picture to let you know I am alive
Another cold night in a hot steamy room
As i get bitten in my sleep and dread the morn and the knocks on the door..i shall not answer.
Aug 2018
Copyright © Catherinee Dibuono | Year Posted 2018
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