Out on a limb
In autumn leaves rustlingI remember the gloryOf dancing out on a limbThe sway of the branchAs the winds of lifeDetermined where i would fall In autumn leaves shiningI remember the colourOf being held by youAs out on a limb i waitedFor your heartto catch me as i fell In autumn leaves floatingI remember the sightOf…
you pass through like sunrise behind clouds you pass through in smoke on autumn air you pass through when wind ripples across sand elusive and ephemeral and whole worlds birth and die as you pass through © ceenoa
Logged in tonight to this: which seems appropriate given that I have been MIA for the last 5 days or so due the birth of my second Grandson. I was privileged to be there all through labour and his birth, (a whole 3 hours complete stop to start to finish – speedy boy, this one) and share…
I counted all the years of we then all the years of widow and my world had tilted the balance shifted and so I cried. © ceenoa
Love Again – A Short Paragraph Story
I never expected to fall in love again. Certainly not with a younger man, and especially not with a younger man who speaks a different language! There are moments when I seriously question my judgement; like when I notice his disregard for bodily hygiene, and his undeveloped table manners. Oh, but when he smiles and hugs…
When Autumn blows, when Winter snows, when Summer slows, when Spring plants grow, I remember you. You were my seasons, and I was content, to let you be my reason, for taking the next breath. Years have turned, some dreams have burned, and I have learned, some memories do not return. Each tiny part that…
At eighteen I sit with dreams of love but no way to build the reality the material has become redundant at 24 ************************************************* One of my earliest poems – I still like it.
somewhere out there, you may be. walking around, the other half of my love, the other half of my life. come find me, soon. © ceenoa *Based on an old, old poem I wrote 30 years ago – re-written today
What simple joy, to watch your tiny hands, to hold them in my own. If everyone could feel this perhaps the world would have more peace.
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