Short Works, poems/stories

[ghost]

A small Haiku I wrote so many years ago, her name was Burma she was my mother's:

Kittens
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as kittens will do
it follows: not at my side,
but in the flowers
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[stoirmeil]

Lovely and perfect. (And true.)

[ghost]

thank you

[Aaediwen]

Very Nice. I'll pin this thread for you to post more of your work in

[ghost]

How nice and unexpected! Thank-you. I usually write to free my mind (if that is possible).

Might as well break this thread in now and to honor such an welcome gift...

Here's one of my favourites...

"Love's Horizon"

Hello again, sweet love of mine,
I know you think highly of me, as the sky.
The west wind, blessed Zephyr, obeyed your call
and blew me across the wispy firmament
back into the firm embrace of your sleek arms.
In your tears I see that you missed me
and within I see that which I missed most:
the twinkling of beloved stars on a glassy sea
as my lips linger along a familiar coast.

Clouds of doubt had swirled about my thoughts of you,
yet now your southern valley is a summer stream,
dry, virgin to all but the love of me.
My passion would pour down, my dear,
but you have cut your hair, that tropical canopy,
hewn down that lovely land of life and steam.
I have long wished to bathe in those vapors
and roam where our past stood like Mayan monuments.
How I thirst for the lost trickles of those moments!

Forgive me, I have been foolish, with eyes overcast.
I now see that your soul followed me east;
the same sun that drank your sultry desire
licked your locks to a golden savannah.
My mane will be that of a veldt lion
who hunts dreams as fleeting and frail as gazelles.
This lion shall serve that which matters most;
the whims of his pride.

Lover, teacher, you have put me through a test.
My reply? "True love is that which never left."

[WizardofOwls]

Beautiful! Thank you so much for sharing this with us! You have talent, my dear!

[ghost]

I don't know about that but I put my heart into it...thank you

[Aaediwen]

Sir Alderman speaks the truth, M'lady I prefer the feel of kittins, for soem reason. Perhaps the more direct imagry. You say you write from the heart. It is through the heart and through the soul which the truest talent flows

Keep it comming!

[ghost]

There's this one from my journal. I named it the Way of Goodbye-- it is very personal to me...I've had to say this more often than I'd like to. It's about the invevitability of it from my perspective and my gradual acceptance. As friends and neighbours we influence each other on a fundamental scale in our daily lives and when that unfortunate moment arrives-- my experience is that some of the positive energy/connection gets lost and fades. When this happens often enough, there is a part of me that becomes disaffected and disjointed from my immediate surroundings. And so....this is:

The Way of Goodbye

tired of the way the sun breaks
when it shatters through the blinds
the dust of passing chapters
lingering inside
a sudden loss of levity
a certain lack of grace
these moments and their memories
forget how things have changed
and I still will cry
adrift within this song
but it's different now
not exactly broken, not entirely wrong
simply winding down
waiting for the fade
letting go of having to be
something someone else has made
and weariness seems
to bring a sort of peace
like warmth to hold the weeping
as they lay aside their dreams
and though this day is long
it will not escape the night
for this is the way of the world
this is the way of goodbye

[Rindy]

Very nice work Eventide wow really good..

Slainte

[Aaediwen]

I really like that one. So sad, and so true.

I've felt that depressing wind down too many times in life, and I know I've not seen it's last for me.

Very well put. A nice piece

[Haldur]

I like your work...reminds me of my kittens!

[ghost]

thank-you, thank-you *curtsy* (all constructive comments welcome too)

[ghost]

Everyone notices the sun-- so bright and commanding but the moon? When the moon crawls slowly, unpretentiously, up into the night sky, it silently floats by. I've been having a hard time sleeping lately so I've been taking short walks and I'm grateful, for the moon is my guide.

Completed this evening:

In twilight hours
The moon a prudent mistress
Shimmers softly

[ghost]

This one tugs at my heartstrings....

She rarely spoke of her start in life
Or the years she'd worked to overcome strife
And all anyone saw was the smile in her eyes
Too smug and self-righteous to ever realize
Her tenderness, fragile, like a dream on the wind
Made her easy to crush when she needed a friend
When the love of her life loved someone else
And spun her joy into a version of hell
She sought out her comfort in the hugs of others
But it was clear from their words they felt so far above her:
it could be worse - don't cry
do not weep you have no right
here you sit so sad and sighing
while half the world is dead or dying
they shamed her heart with verse upon verse
of "just remember - it could always be worse"

She moved on and found new smiles
Worked at making life worthwhile
But soon enough the hard times hit
The kids were hungry in clothes unfit
She toiled from dawn till late at night
Though sad and worn she did not cry
Until one day in weariness
She wept to friends of her distress
But once again they could not see
Past their own big heads to their friend in need
it could be worse - don't cry
do not weep you have no right
here you sit so sad and sighing
while half the world is dead or dying
they tore her heart with verse upon verse
of "just remember - it could always be worse"

Then one day on a warm spring morning
She fell to sickness with little warning
The doctor confirmed her silent fears
And told her she'd reached the dusk of her years
Her heart was sad and she ached for friends
For someone who'd hold her and help face the end
But alone she drew her final breath
And her "friends" were surprised when they heard of her death
By way of GoodBye she left a few simple words
And prayed they'd be heeded and not go unheard:

You always told me not to cry
That as for weeping I had no right
When I was sad and fell to sighing
You said just think, you could be dying
You broke my heart with your careless verse
Don't you know I knew it could have been worse?
I only wanted warmth and love
But no matter my need it was never enough
My last dying hope is that somehow you'll see
How hurtful and careless your actions can be
And maybe the next time a "friend" needs some care
You will be kinder, and you will be there
So farewell, remember, the point of this letter:
It could have been worse, but it should have been better.

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