Poems.....anyone want to share??

[Desertrose]

I'll go first...bet there are a lot of you out there who have some great poetry to share... :)

Today its been three years since my Mom passed...she was 91 and was such a cool lady....we were really close.....I "got " this poem last year at this time...for all who have lost their parents, maybe you sort of get this.....


Little girl lost...
Where's your mama?
She's in heaven and I can't find her.

Little girl lost....
Where's you daddy?
He's in heaven too
and I am all alone.

They had to go
and I said goodbye,
but now I don't know what to do.

My babies are all grown
and they look at me now
the way I used to look at you.
I look in the mirror
and don't see myself.

Who is this little girl lost,
who looks like my mother
but feels like me?



©Desertrose '04

[tlcandie]

1. Great poem!! Thanks for sharing! I will share, but need a bit of time

to locate my poems and stuff! :+ Not sure where I hid them :+

:hug: :loveya:

DR, thanks for your kind words in the other thread!!!

[Desertrose]

2. anytime, sister :)

Looking forward to your poems :)

:hug::loveya:
DR

[LWolf]

3. That is so immediate, DR.

In one breath I remembered the first time I saw a picture of myself, and didn't see me at all, but my mother.

I went searching; I've written much over the years. Most of it got packed last spring when I was cleaning my office. I never did unpack all the books and bring them back in the house. I have more books than cottage, and my poems are in journals.

I did find a few still in the office. Most of my poetry is so intensely personal, and much of it is intensely uncomfortable, that I wouldn't share it. That's what I do when I'm at the bottom of despair; I write poems. My son writes and plays music; I write poems. Both of them are forms of self-therapy, working through whatever the crisis is. Some of them are quite powerful and profound, but I wouldn't spread that energy to others. It's trapped there on the page, and is a testament to our infinite capacity for renewal.

They aren't all journeys through despair, though. Here is one small verse I wrote 4 years ago you might relate to ;-) :

Desert

Endless sky
Textured landscape painted with
spare, tender hand
This hidden habitat is home
to my solitary spirit.

©LWolf 12-3-2000

[Desertrose]

4. lovely, LWolf...I DO relate

thank you for sharing...:hug::loveya:

I am the same way...I write to just get it out...to figure it out...to let it go...sometimes it emerges as poetry , sometimes just ragged pieces of thoughts, emotions.....occasionally its a story or a letter to myself.....sometimes I know its more than just for me, that there is a common thread that maybe others can relate to.....

Someday I will gather all the spiralbound notebooks of my life and make something of them... of myself LOL

I really love your poem....the desert can definitely be an exquisite place for a solitary spirit....

:loveya:
DR

[LWolf]

5. I'll tell you how I wrote that poem;

it wasn't because I was called to write. I was at a particular staff development session, and it was an exercise introduced by the presenters about teaching students to expand the way they think about and use language. They told us that we were going to write a poem, and that we should choose a topic to write the poem about. I chose "desert."

Then they told us to brainstorm all the words we could think of to describe the desert. They gave us about ten minutes.

Then they told us to write our poem, making sure that we used none of the words on our list.

Some people were horrified, some excited by the challenge. Everyone eventually came up with something. It was an exercise in learning to think about things in new ways. When I read the finished poem, I was pleased. It said what I wanted to say, so I kept it. It's a bit different than those I've written to express the events of my life.

[Desertrose]

8. wow..thats cool...

I'm sure everyone was coming up with lots of nifty words to use in their poem...very clever....yours came out well!

I know what you mean about others being personal...I have some I would never share .....

:hi: :hug::loveya: Hope things are good with you & the horsegirls :)

[G_j]

6. thank you DR

very beautiful

tear in my eye..
both my parents have 'gone' also
it often strikes me how strange 'time' can be.
One moment something feels like it existed in another lifetime, the next just as if it were yesterday, or even today.

sorry I have no poems to share today, but maybe sometime soon..

:loveya: :hug: G_j

[Desertrose]

7. good to see ya G_j

:hi::loveya::hug:

I know, time is getting stranger & stranger.....

I always thought that in a way...it is "time" that's the only thing to seperate us from our loved ones....if I could go back 3 years 10 years...my parents would still be on this earth..... linear time is so darn confining, isn't it??

It is still a bit of a jolt to realize my parents are gone...you too, eh??:hug:

Anyhow...thanks for just stopping by :) :hug: no poems necessary...just bring you :)
:loveya: DR

[G_j]

9. a little saying comes to mind

"in love there is no seperation" (White Eagle)

I just watched the movie made from Hesse's book, "Siddhartha"
yesterday and the analolgy of the river and time touched me once again.
I read that book for the first time when I was seventeen. Now I am more like the older man, how amazing!

:loveya:G_j

[Pathwalker]

10. "Tears from a Hippie Soul"

I wrote this poem in 1987, the year my dear brother committed suicide.



TEARS FROM A HIPPIE SOUL
(for Loy)
by
Anj


We grew up on free love and the Vietnam War,
freedom marches and acid drops in hippie attire;
a generation all asking what life is for
if it ends in jungles echoing: Ready, Aim, Fire!

We expected the rose-colored future disney promised,
but we got Timothy Leary, two dean Kennedys, a slain King,
war with a president none of us were willing to trust
and ended up losing the reason for the whole damn thing.

Fifty thousand young men died on that distant shore,
twenty(*)years later there's a far worse disgrace on our soul;
SIXTY thousand vets have since ended their lives - how many more
will do the same before Vietnam extracts its final toll?

A million hippies fade now into tie-dyed, madras memories,
working toward the social Security pension that won't be there,
trying to grab hold of the future before it flees,
hoping it will justify, verify the reasons we still care...

"We, the People of the United States,
in order to form a more perfect union,
establish justice, insure domestic tranqulity,
provide for the common defence..."

* That was in 1987

[LWolf]

12. Thank you for sharing.

This is so powerful; for those who lived it, and for those who are re-living parts of it today.

[Behind the Aegis]

11. poems

I suck at poetry. I don't often like it, but there are some that I do enjoy. I also write some from time to time, but always think they suck and toss them out.

However, I read the first few lines of your poem and had to stop. I could feel the pain and loss. I can tell from others that is a lovely poem and it relates your feelings well. I wish I had you talent. I am sorry for you loss.

Brightest Blessings!