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Tag: poetry
Lost Moors
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People want to measure:
moors in hectares,
canals in meters,
peat in blocks,
barges in convoys.
In separating rectilinear
we are masters:
strips, plots,
rivers, ditches.
And once in a while
nature helps us
and divides
the landscape.
Already winding.
— Geert de Kockere
(I translated the poem of the rusted art column below.)
Nights Apart
thinking of your kisses
I lay my hand upon your pillow
and dream myself into your arms
—
❤ for my V-man
Photo Challenge: Half-Light
Travel theme: Inspiration
Rainbow Hues
When mind is full
But stomach empty
Mindfulness
Becomes a burden
When mind is empty
And tummy full
Mind your own business
Don’t become a burden
Don’t let contempt
Shade our world in red
Don’t let compassion and respect
Be principles of the past
Trust in yourself
Believe in others
And color through cultures
In rainbow hues
—
Gentle Sentinels
When life’s too much
and tears at the fabric
of your soul
take a breath
and slow down
to the heartbeat of the trees
Feel their blood
dripping gently
through bole and limb
Feel their roots
digging down deep
into Mother Earth
stretching out
to brothers, to sisters
Feel their arms
reach for the skies
gently rocking
to the playful wind
among their fingers
the bark tough but alive
Ground your feet
plant your toes
surrender your weary thoughts
to these gentle sentinels
Feel one
become one
and let go
All life is connected
and offers freely
draw strength
from us all
—
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For Nancy & Bert
❤
Angel
Today an Angel was born
in hope transformed
from woman and daughter
to memories
Hollow arms, empty
crave for her warmth
they stretch, defeated
in search of her presence
Patches of laughter
echo through silence
in light and shadow
her energy is captured
Forever young
Forever loved
Forever
Angel
—
For Nancy and Paul, who lost their daughter Heather.
She is now reunited with her brother Declan.
Much love,
Marion
Lost
Lost in memories
I am so sorry
that you could not love
my loved ones more
the ones I care about too
whether two or four legged
the ones I can’t
I won’t
live without
You were part of my life
but day by day
you drove me a little bit further away
until you could no longer reach me
until I shut down, and out
slammed the doors to my heart
shut tight
to stop the bleeding
I care about you still
but can not share my life
with you anymore
I need more
I am more
than what you want me to be
let me be
I need to be
me
—
I wrote this for Writing 101: Serially Lost: Today, write about a loss. The twist: make this the first post in a three-post series.
Figments of a DuTchess 