Remembering

Another poem from my archives while waiting for new poems to be born...




Remembering - 22 Jun 03

There was a time
We watched the sunset
And we dared to say
I love you

We smiled in the afternoon
As we touched
And we heldeach other's hands
We kissed

Playing in the morning light
As the sun rose
And in the rose we pledged
Our love

In the pre-dawn dark
We knew what we wanted
And gathering our strength
We came


Between the stars
We flew to meet the world
Where we would be, and
We am





Another of the backward time messages reaching from the now into that pre-time existence when all things are possible.

Love Me

A request...




Love Me - 29 Jun 03

Let me hear the words again
The ones that you said to me
In the golden days
When our time was young and new

I cannot make you love me
I can only give you my love
And hope that you will respond
In kind and kindness

Will you tell me that you love me?
Or that you would rather let me go
I don't know and I would rather not know
If the answer is what I don't want to hear

And through all this I still
Want to hear the words that you
Gave me all those years ago
When





It was only when going through these poems that I realised how many of them are left dangling in the way this poem is...seems to work though.

Till next time.

Fragments

A gentle piece from 2000, I cannot say what inspired me to write it or to post it here today but in the latter case it just seemed right.




Fragments - 30 Oct & 05 Nov 00

Gentle waves
Wash the sand where we once walked
Gentle breezes
Whisper the words we once talked

Warm sunlight
Caresses the land
Our conversations
Captured
By the crystal
Fragments
And refracted
Around us
And through us
To us
And beyond

Gentle waves
Bathe our tiredness away
Gentle breezes
Give us back our breath




Thinking about it, this has an almost prayer-like feel to it, probably explains the request to post.

I Should Have Said...

Delving into the past again, till more new poems start to emerge into the world.




I Should Have Said... - 12 May 05

And I never had the chance
To say to you
All the things I really wanted to say

Like, I love you

When we were together
I was filled with the thoughts
And feelings of the special time
Where we had something to share

Because of this
I never said the things
That really matter
And I feel that I have missed
The chance to let you know
That

I love you

Should we meet again
I wonder if I would have the courage
To admit to you
The feelings that I hold
And say that

I love you

The times we shared
The thoughts that passed
Through both of our minds
As we played and allowed the feelings
To drift gently
And playfully
As we sat and held hands together

And I still feel
That I missed the chance to say

I love you





Never miss the chance to say I love you, it isn't worth the pain if the chance is lost and certainly it isn't worth it for you or your special 'friend' whomever that might be.

Singing and Whispering

A little love song about a love song - this is the only way I can describe this poem.





Singing and Whispering - 25 Aug 09

You sang for me
In the space between
The rain and the moon

You whispered
Sweet words to me
As you thought I slept

I shall forever treasure
The memory of the sound
Of your voice

As you sang, as you whispered
Those words to me
"I love you"





Autobiographical? I will leave you to ponder...

Yes, I'm smiling again.

Haunting Whispers

I had been waiting for the nudge from Muse for a little while. I was looking at a scrap of paper with a few random lines that had come to me over the last week. I suddenly realised that these were not in the right order - a few changes were made and suddenly it grew into what you see here.




Haunting Whispers - 24 Aug 09

In the pregnant, poignant times
Torn from the spaces
Between our words
My thoughts reside
Beside the unspoken questions,
Questioning what we are doing
To ourselves.

The pain in our eyes
Is clear to see
For those who care to look...
But, who looks?
You?
Me?
I dare not
Even peek
Between fingers
Pressed against my eyes

I cannot hide from the whispers
The echoes of forgotten
Words and thoughts
We spoke so long ago
Can we make them fade?
Only a few small words
Can drown them out
But dare we say
"I love you"
Again?




Before anyone asks, this poem is not autobiographical - not from this life anyway. I have to admit that the emotions I felt while writing these words were rather stronger than I had anticipated and so may well be another echo from times past.

Till next time...

Outside

This is another of my poems which reflect a certain sense of not being in the place I am supposed to be. This is a feeling that has followed me for very many years and I probably never will totally get away from it.

I hope that writing about my feelings will assist the process of coming to terms with them.




Outside - 24 Feb 88

Outside
The grey of day
Deepens into night.
Beside me
A gentle stream
Of music,
Drum and voice
Plays sad tales
Of other years
In times gone by.




Many of my poems have a sad theme running through them, it makes them rather more poignant, I feel.

Fire

I felt that I really wanted to post this today, there is a feeling that indications of new beginnings are about to make themselves very clear and this poem gives an indication of this feeling.




Fire - 14 Oct 00

Cold
Banished by the thoughts
Of a new-found day
A new-found fire.
Darkness
Was a boundary
Which none could cross
But now
On wings of flame
We fly
Soaring
In the moonkissed sky
Carrying our dreams
Into the light
Nurturing
Helping them to grow
To flourish, to bloom
To seed
The next generation,
To set them on their path.




I'm not going to say any more here, I will just allow this poem to stand by itself and invite comments - as usual.

Till next time...

Revelations

A poem created late in the day - or it may have been very early in the day. It addresses some of the fears of any writer...read on.




Revelations - 28 Dec 83

Sitting in the darkness
Writing by the light from a streetlamp
Wondering if the scrawl
Will be legible in the cold
Light of day
Perhaps the time
Will be wasted
Perhaps it will not.
There's always the chance
That I'll be misunderstood
The timing of the revelation
Is always critical
And the fear is that
I have got it wrong.




I cannot be certain what the revelation was that triggered the poem, the memory of this is lost in the mists of time and may never be recalled but I feel the poem stands the test of time.

Remember Forever

Another slushy love poem - I don't care, I'm proud of what I am and what I write.




Remember Forever - 20 Jan 06

Remember
Those sweet afternoons,
We shared
The little touches
We made and felt

How we wished that they
Could go on forever

The power is within us
To make this happen
Take it on beyond
Just a wish
And into reality

What we had
Can last forever
We only have to make it so
And then
Our touches can last
As long as we want

Now we can say
I love you forever
And know that what we say
Will be
Forever
And forever





No apologies...if you don't like it just tell me. *grin*