A Painful Bliss

writing2The page was blank
but, it began with words
a song, a smile
music, laughter shared.

A glance, a dance
two hearts afraid
take another
chance.

Life had bought us
to our knees where
we prayed
You, in your way
me, in mine.

Battles fought, lost and won

A touch, a kiss,
hurts undone.

Path then taken
to the greatest love
twin souls caressed
each others tears
and all of fear
soon fled.

A beginning
a middle
right through to the end.

Such painful bliss.

~*~
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Knowing

Ocean loveA soft breeze gently lifts my hair
sparkles on the water now increase
after winters dying.

I play a lovers theme

Release

Relax

Let go within the
steady flow of notes amid

A harmony of mood which
(until now)
had been all too evasive.

The last battle
nearly bought about my undoing

But,

Your spirit moved me
into no surrender.

There was a momentary madness
a necessary sadness

Yet through pain
comes wisdom

I endured the fire

….knowing.

~*~

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Touch Your Heart

598005874d9d18229e9f59c4cf6e64d0-1Passion stirs
words seek once again
to play.

She lives in a world
of want and need
surprised again by a longing
which she’d thought
was quenched.

But
as the fire burns
still she yearns
each passing day

to feel alive
…again.

She gains strength
from love in ways which
most may never know
and, never
understand.

Touch your heart, I’m there

She touches it
..remembering

Assured of the presence
still held safe in that
deepest of connection.

Even in death

…She has never left.

~*~

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A World Apart

Rainbig

Shall I cry the lonely tear
see it fall
then follow it to
empty hands.
Fascinated,
watch its plop
and spray

No…
The days of tears are
long gone.

Minds meet and souls greet
such a welcome home to love.

No more oppression
nor helplessness
as distance dulls

Leaves a healing
span between,
and all of guilt
slips free.

Enlightened
There are no broken wings
or promises

but…

there is a knowing held between
the breeze and I
that will fly in silence
to some distant shore on
an endless breath of time.

Barefoot in the sand
I lazily traced

a wish

a dream

and comes a chance for change
that may turn days
upside down.

Footsteps to the unknown.

Fear reaches for its key
but, I hold back on its
permission to pass.

Lapping at warm skin
water slaps atop the rocks

My ears attend those
deepest churns and gurgles as nature
attempts this impossible embrace
acutely aware
the liquid always pulls me in.

A seagull dives from the sky
into blue and,
all without fear

as I…

As I
a world apart

prepare to dive back into my own.

~*~

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Utopia

Through passages of time
fragmented memories remain
noble in truth
for,
what we do here
echoes into eternity.

I’ll climb and keep on climbing
until all the mountains
are conquered
and, standing tall will hear
whispers of night breezes
still softly teaching wisdom.

The view from there will be clear
as clouds part, open unto the universe
and Heaven’s breath reaches down to
fill the swell of my soul
blessing it with the key
to paradise
but,
not yet, I pray

not yet.

~*~

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*This is my Utopia.
You may say I’m a dreamer, but I’m not the only one. (John Lennon)

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Shadows

Living leaves its marks
in wrinkles and laughter lines
or battle scars
which, some wear with pride
whilst others try to hide them
in the depths of their
domain.

Sometimes
smoke and mirrors blind us
to our truths
we’d rather believe what
isn’t there than have
to face the pain we need to
through the error
of our ways.

The maze is one long walk
from start to end
with codes to be deciphered
by minds which do not understand
the many reasons, why

but,

shadows on the shades declare
this will be another
beautiful day.

~*~

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Poets United Pantry #105

Rise

There is an original song that I always loved by Bob Dylan called ‘Knocking on Heavens Door’ (Beautiful song )  and then an artist called Gabrielle did a new song in 2000 but with part of Bob Dylan’s music included in it. It’s this one in the video.
I’ve always loved the line:
‘Look at my hopes, look at my dreams, I’m building bridges from these scenes now, I’m ready to rise again.’

Too lost in you
wanting to believe
now, free from always wondering

reflection shows a wiser face
experience written in each
new line
and, a smile hides the sadness.

Forgiveness is paramount
to moving forward
and time turns lies to
specks of dust wiped away
with slips of ragged cloth
from those pieces of my heart.

How fragile we are.

But,
we weave that fabric back together
sewing hope within its folds.

Each heartache and pain
teaches
if not about others
then, something we didn’t
know about ourselves
and, when we have learned

Yes

we are ready to rise again.

~*~

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Like a Rose

Google Images

I gave the gift of an Angel
prayed for it to
watch over
…protect
as I too was given mine
because love gives without
expectation of reward
or return

and,

like a rose, I opened myself up
to grow within its light.

Drink with me to days gone by
for they will never come again
nor should they
Yet,
memories will remain in gold
…untarnished

But on days like these
it’s nice to cup that warmth
Hold it for a while
sipping at the splendor
Life’s richest palate upon the tongue
slip it down
blend it with our inner spectrum
breathe it quietly for a while
revel in its feel
then,
with a sigh of blessed gratitude
give it back unto the world.

~*~

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Shared with Carry on Tuesday #146 Drink with me to days gone by
dVersePoets OpenLinkNight #33

Mind Games

In all honesty
I expected something
but life has shown
(once again)
I ought not to
have at all.

I am the shadow of love
where once, I was its
sparkle in her eyes

But

Nothing is lost
because

she was not who
I thought she was

Just the figment of a yearning
that simply played games
in my mind.

~*~

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The promt is the photograph and the thoughts we take from it. At first I thought she was wearing a fake beard *rolls eyes* until I enlarged the picture to discover it’s a bow around her neck. Apparently her husband (the photographer) liked to play with shadows and light.

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Poetry Pantry #80

Forever for Always

The flavour of love plays cold
across my tongue
no sweetness now in dawn’s moist kiss
to lips of a dying rose.

Winter renders everything
immobile
Dormant.

The road to here filled
with blood, sweat, and tears
anger, pain and sorrow
Yet even then
(because of love)
I seek no retribution for it all.

In close proximity to Earths
sweet breath, I too, breathe now
within her harmonies
A silent witness looking in
on the emptiness of their
lost souls.

No, I seek no revenge for
tortures of the past even
unto the final closing of eyes
For the heart knows that
ancient truths do not lie
in causing yet more harm.

The task remains the same

Contemplate, absorb, sift
thank them for the pain
for, it’s that pain which teaches
us the lesson

then, move on

forever for always
Onward.

~*~

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Theme Thursday
Poets United Poetry Pantry #79

A life less Ordinary

Once again
I reached for the impossible
now, shrug my shoulders

nonchalant

as a whistle on the wind
from nowhere

….gusts.

Sends shivers up and
down my spine

(or was it a panicked gasp for air)

No matter

for,

It carried with it
a smile I once knew

but,

Just when I allow you in

…you leave,

(a reason, a season or, a lifetime)

So fleeting was
the moment passed
and all that happened in one
breathed-in gasp.

I let the silence speak
with its healing touch

and,

in its blessed sanctuary
am admitted to the
fountain of knowledge
where I’ll drink and know
for sure, there
is no future without love

and this truth

…sustains

Gives the reason to see
through a kaleidoscope of colour

A life less ordinary.

~**~

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Life and Love:
I have never been what anyone has expected me to be. Never lied nor, had to hide my truths from anyone. Always been myself, even if being myself doesn’t conform to what is considered the ‘norm’    ….
Why be a sheep if I can be the shepherd.

Its not about getting through life unscathed and untouched by life or, love.

It’s about being in the ‘now’ moments and living for those ones that are so fantabulous we feel free to really live them and not worry about anything but that moment in time. Those are the moments which take our breath away, then we know we are living ….because we really do feel….alive!

Shared with ABC Wednesday prompt #Letter L

Thursday Poets Rally Week 53

Haiku
The Perfect Poet
An award that brings pleasure
To a Daydreamer

Thank you for the nomination. I would like to nominate Life Between The Lines LBTL for the next perfect poet award.

Stepping Stones

STEPPING STONES

Without backward glance
in sunlight, she looks toward tomorrow
with smiles like a breeze
on warmer days than these.

Little things give silent strength

a harmony of accepting that
which is…

Is.

Past is past.

The beat of one moment hangs on
fragile lines in a spider-web
along the strands of time.

Those souls we touch
are but stepping stones

Sometimes
we are the stepper
Sometimes
we are the stone

always moving forward
to fulfill our destiny.

Yesterdays fantasies turn to dust
in tenuous reflections from
the living stream
where we all play center stage
in this prelude to infinity.

~**~

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Just some thoughts on how opportunity knocks. Sometimes we are the stepper and others who touch our lives ensure that we move forward and, sometimes we are the stone, which in turn allows others who touch our lives to go forward from their having met us.

Shared at: Jenny Matlock Saturday Centus within the stone

and at Jingle Poetry Pot Luck
And: Sunday Scribblings 272 – Opportunity