Addictions

A voice that was music to my ears.
she sang songs when she spoke all
through the day until dusk
but,
I never tired of her tunes.

Skin hung over bones whose
marrow had long since given
up the ghost
Forgotten how to live
and yet,
her story wasn’t ended.

The sight of her was staggering
yet love saw past the dying.

Blood, diseased through
past addiction
She had been broken beyond the
limits of falling
buried
(more half-dead than)
alive on streets which held
no shame for a person dying to
drown their sorrows
just for today, if not tomorrow.

But,
destiny is such a strange bed-mate
and won’t let us go until we’ve
fulfilled each task it sets.

~*~

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Shared with Brenda W  prompt at The Sunday Whirl #51 (Do please join in, it’s a lot of fun)
This is in response to the Wordle words.  (I think) they tended to be a bit sad(ish) this week.  Marrow, Staggering, Destiny, Story, Blood, Mate, Broken, addiction, Buried, Songs, Dusk, Sorrows.

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Puppy Love

Treasure

Who knew I would do it all again
took a long time to mend that
which was broken the first time
yet here I am

Looking into eyes that trust
without question.
Eyes which don’t see the
many flaws
seeking only to please
tease a word or two in praise
or,
entice me to a game.

We speak without need
for words, he and I.
It’s always been that way.
I think about going somewhere
and, there he is at the
door, waiting.

He reads my mind over
and over again.
It’s him and the one
who went before, who taught me
so much more than I ever knew
I would learn about
unconditional love.

~*~

© Daydreamertoo *All rights reserved

My first little dog Treasure, came to me as a rescue dog from a puppy farm (mill) in Wales. Because she was a Yorkie cross with Pomeranian she was a ‘throw out.’  Apparently, the woman who rescued these dogs saw the puppies that were no good to sell living in old car wrecks,  in their own mess. They were fed on left overs including chicken carcasses.  She drove all the way back and when I met her, the little dog was 12 weeks old, she was shy and, she was trembling as she passed her to me. She said: “There she is, the little treasure.” And, I knew then that I would call her that name because, she would be exactly that, a little treasure. We had her for 10 and a half years but throughout her life she had severe ulcerative intestinal and gastric problems due to the disgusting way she was neglected from birth. I was heart broken when we had to make the decision to have her euthanized. She was suffering too much. It took such a long time to mourn her passing, she had become a baby. Loved to be cuddled and loved on.

Timmy came into my life as an 8 week old puppy from a very reputable breeder in Ontario. We’ve had him now nearly 8 years. He’ll be 8 in April and he’s fathered 9 puppies some of which are parents themselves so, he is a granddaddy too and, most belong to friends of mine!
He hasn’t been well this past three days and I took him to the vet yesterday morning through having a very upset stomach and vomiting. The vet told me he’s such a lovely dog, so well behaved when they took him off to do take some blood to see if there’s anything shows up in it.
I don’t understand animal cruelty, my brain just doesn’t compute that we have these animals lives in our hands and they give us so much joy, so much love and so much trust and, how some people mistreat, beat and abuse that, it just blows my mind.

Anyway, the vet called last night and told me that all his blood work came back looking good. Pheeewww, panic over!

So those are my two puppy loves….. LOL

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Sleeping in my Dreams

SLEEPING IN MY DREAMS

Half awake and half in dreams
snug in nightshade’s mystic sheer
a stream of thought swims
through veins
Unimpeded

…Clear.

Bells toll a long way south of here
so far away

Yet

…One heartbeat near.

A familiar voice appears
enters, as I take in air
and hold it deep
whispering of doors and windows
opened wide, where I may gaze
upon the ethereal
…the universal light.

Such gentleness pours forth
a certain power of love and grace
overwhelms, travels
to the deepest well I know
The well inside of me
that place my soul calls home.

Surrounded in its warmth
like fossil is in stone
I can see it all
An eternity of stars
within the blink of an eye
Luminous, enlightening

And dream a dream of angels
with us, here in the
still point of the present
as we live our dance of life
moment by blessed moment

But then I breathe again

(Sigh)

and wonder…

Maybe you were only
there, simply

Sleeping in my dreams.

 ~**~ 

© Daydreamer Too    *All rights reserved

  

I’ve always been a daydreamer/deep thinker but, there is so much more to we humans, to the workings of our minds, that we only just touch the surface of and, because of lost ancient knowledge, that we may never even know.  Through my long journey through grief I had to learn to go deep within. To meditate and find the calmness that was eluding me and, find the answers to an all consuming rage that overwhemled me at times, the likes of which I had never experienced before.
But, I learned that, instead of seeking answers from the world, if we can go deep enough, we have most of them, within us. Many of us, just don’t ‘still’ ourselves and then wake up spiritually enough to know it.
A hospital pastor who ministered to Cathie during her long months of care and who chatted with me many times about religion, my beliefs and such, when she was back for many of her trips to the ICU once said to me: “I can see that God has blessed you with great wisdom and grace” and, I was deeply touched by his comment.
I still miss Cathie very much, but, I count myself lucky to have shared her love, to have been loved unconditionally by her because in turn, it freed me to love without holding a little part of myself back in case of being hurt. I count myself blessed to even just touch the surface of what helps to make us ‘tick’ in this world and in this universal connected-ness of the Prime Creator light of pure energy-love.
I learned that it is only when we surrender all will, all want and need that we finally begin to open ourselves to understanding unconditional love  and…I do know that I will never know all there is to know, our whole lives spent here are the love-lessons….and the more we seek, the more we find the answers and the next step is…. to continue on this journey to self. Sometimes we are the student, sometimes we are the teacher.

 

Shared at: Poets United Poery Pantry #53
and…. One single Impression Poetry #172 Miss (Long for)
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