Not Only In Print

Neither the standard of living
nor dying
when all the words are kept
contained in the heart
only to rest over thoughts and dreams,
solitary within the mind.
The travel
left to imagination
when once it were
eager footsteps in motion,
full of emotion at the advancement,
not only in print,
the imprint
that is never left behind.
The true meaning of a world
living as living could ever be,
taking steps back
to move forward,
dreaming to live
instead of living to dream,
and the words move,
move along the pages
in each breath to pause,
words
in motion
the heart was truly meant to find,
with a life
defined
beyond the mind.

Painting the Future

A structure, as built along the lines of history,
where a heart cemented itself in time
as if it’s cast were to remain
standing still
as a beacon
beckoning the world to come to it
rather than living,
breathing
as any heart,
beating.

A painting
hanging quietly
on a museum wall
depicting its past presence,
of solidity in rock formations
spreading over a horizon,
as if the view in the distance could be captured
with a touch of paint
crackling with the lines of age,
hanging in the balance
for the heart of all,
forgotten of it’s own.

New canvas,
fresh paint,
brushed of life
lived for today
in the concept of tomorrow,
laughter,
a dance of gold and red,
a blue hue for yesterday,
fading tear,
letting go,
yellow,
white so bright
as the eyes of knowing,
the heart’s future
is here.

I Thought For You

I thought I may blame myself forever,
for your self-righteous pride,
that I may cry forever,
tears you caused…justified.
I thought I may be wrong forever,
the pain you caused was right,
the sleeplessness in a darkened world,
was just me…giving in to the night.
I thought I may go on,
a complacent memory,
of what I wanted of you, of me,
the vision…an apparition,
the ghost of which would never again be.
I thought…for years I thought,
many years too long.
I thought that this was love,
though my heart… motionless… disembodied…
but love…love…I thought wrong.
I thought,
in quiet conviction,
of yesterday’s depiction,
of tomorrow,
in an unlikely view…from afar…of you,
and the lack of love you possess,
that you know longer own,
and I thought,
I thought for you,
that I only feel sorrow.

Reaching Out From Inside

It seemed so long ago,
I disappeared from myself, and all I stood for,
cried for all I knew, and all I didn’t know,
and died inside, died as I had before.

I listened to the screaming beside me,
hated this place I was left to,
but I knew, I knew it was the path I’d come to pass,
and there would be light enough to pull me through.

I could see the pains of yesterday fading,
held the invisible hands of tomorrow,
found my way away from the house that wasn’t a home,
slowly making my place to be rebuilt with heart,
with it all, allowing the room enough to grow.

Filling in the spaces with smiles and laughter,
day by day the sad tears disappear,
each moment getting stronger,
time passing, lessening the fear.

A painting hanging on the wall,
one I’ve created with my own hand,
and I realize now how alive I am,
reaching out from deep inside, to truly understand.

Loves’ Branches

I wrote this poem, many years ago…maybe 2002 or 2003, thought I’d share here on my last day online for a while (I may have posted again somewhere but it’s been awhile and may have edited once or twice, however this is as it had been originally written.  xoxoxo #love #gratitude

We share an intriguing connection,
in dreams and reality.
In our hearts we find the answers,
a path connecting you and me.

A love so deeply rooted,
branching out to hold us together.
Two souls combined into one,
holding on forever.

Our souls joining you and me.
Our love meets no resistance.
We hold each other closely,
dancing to the music in the distance.

We hold each other close within our hearts,
not wanting to let go.
We’ve planted the seed of love,
like two trees, branches joined, it shall grow.

To Feel

Let these words
pass along on the softness…
of your lips,
each caress…
a heart…
touched upon your fingertips.
Let these visions
be it all seen, through your eyes,
and when it is all clear…
enough to hear…
let it leave you breathless…
in its gentle sighs.
When it all seems to fade,
let it remain…
felt…
just as it has… always… been there
…feel it…
scattering over you…
with the falling rain…
because each element…
is as true
as me
as you.

This post is for OneShot Wednesday at OneStopPoetry  an amazing group of poets, writers, and artists, who are wonderful friends with such talents. A place you definitely you need to explore. I guess this will (now…) be my last post for a while, as I’m leaving on the 22nd. They will be missed. Much love, gratitude for all. In hopes to get back online soon!

Sweet Sunshine/ Child Photography & Micropoetry

HatsInSunlitSmiles, a photo by PoeticHeart75 on Flickr.

reasons/ to push limits/ all held/ in the meaning/ of her heart/ & her child’s #micropoetry

Lily (Rain Drops) Photography & Micropoetry

Tigerlily (Rain Drops), a photo by PoeticHeart75 on Flickr.

tearful smiles/ happier visions/ reflected/ in each drop/ a soft touch/ of “you” / in each one #micropoetry

Colorful Pond & Willows with Micropoetry

NCWillows, a photo by PoeticHeart75 on Flickr.

a journey/ to which/ her heart/ has been shown to her/ in ways she can’t explain/ grateful rediscovery of self #micropoetry

Embraced (Photography) & Micropoetry

BeneathLimb, a photo by PoeticHeart75 on Flickr.

take the world/ from inside this heart/ and make it a place/ we can share together/ on a quiet walk/ home #micropoetry