sometimes
every dream becomes old
and tired
the stars of eyes opaque
smile's sun overcast
and within a winter moment
eternity grows
cold
and distant
but what is this tiny tinkle
this giggle
inside terse tears?
myra
30.06.2006
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For you, Special One 
Photo-graphics: Myra-Art Winter Moment 2006
Written May 29th, 2006
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In our darkest hours we are sent tokens of Light. Dreams don't age, even after they have come true. We are caught in the middle of this fierce battle between Light and dark. The latter plunges us in illusions, none of which can indefinitely obscure the tokens of the Light. Ack,
Chris
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AWESOME JOB!!!!! ENJOYED IT!!!!!
Myra:
this is really beautifully written and most enjoyable.....
You always touch this readers heart with your wonderful words.....
Thanks so very much for sharing with me on this site.....
Be blessed with love and lilght always.....
As always your friend,
AngelicMistress
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the growth of life comes from the twinkle and sparkle of that inner giggle that lies beneath your moment of blue in Winter foe.
BIG
for my sunshine Myra
may you always find comfort in all the stars
Tamara
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Myra -- your "comment" (lol) on my author page made me realize how remiss I have been in visiting your latest poetry. For that I can only apologize, and assure you that I have been remiss in visiting ALL my favorites in recent times, due largely to travel and a press of work.
Having said that, I as usual admire how you take a simple natural image and wend it into a metaphor of love -- e.g. winter (of course, here in MY hemisphere it is summer, and I imagine some that don't know you or who are unfamiliar with hemisphere differences in seasons will be scratching their heads).
The first two stanzas are indeed sad, and mirror the coldness of the winter season. However, as one who grew up in Colorado, I appreciate that no season -- even winter -- is ever really far from beauty and contentment. And there in lies the transition to the third stanza, with its hint of hope even as the poet tears. We can always see some glimpse of a better future, if we try, even in the harshest of moments. And that is how I choose to read the final lines of your poem -- for I am aware that at your core, you are an optimist
Anyways, lovely as always.
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In those tears are held the promise of a new vision of tomorrow and the hope that springs eternal in your soul.
Sincerely,
Leo Long -
I can't help but feel that the path of the moment ___ this moment, in all its discomfort, is more important than the promise of a tomorrow that may not come. ( but that's just me. lol )Peace
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Refreshing, inspirational... Brava!! Two thu
A beautiful symphony of winter's depth within nature and the soul your work is a marvel as you are as well Myra... may the glow of hope you bring to all become the glow of your everlasting path
Wishing you much success in all of your endeavors
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What an uplifting poem, Myra. The winter blues can indeed bring us down but thank goodness, that little tinkle of giggles, that little spark of redemption shines through the grayness.
A lovely poem, bringing hope even on the darkest of days
Dee
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Its the lovely Myra who writes and shares
such a beauty with us she is never old.
Shes the snowflake falling upon our heart
and she glistens in words of love and wisdom.
Shes unique and very special. ♥
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Dearest Soul -- my prayers are with you -- in hours of sorrow and of pain, KNOW that there is a DIVINE Presence, embracing you with a soft Sacred Smile.
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winter moments sometimes gather us up - they sure did to me today. the reaper called and smiled at me, his gaze brought a shower of sorrow which embraced my heart.
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