From feelings that bring my tears
and echoes of my hardest days -
where murmurs and memories crowd rudely-
come thoughts I would simply rather not have.
Untiring and faithful messengers,
they run and always keep my pace;
in promise never to forsake me
now I must embrace them for they are truly my children.
Have I not seen them born,
and raised to be fit and strong;
fed them from my own body of life,
to see them stand to look back at me and smile.
And so I must now embrace the remembrance
a woman who loved me and graced my days.
I would not stay and so made her sadness
from gifted loveliness, kindness, and care.
And too I must accept the fierce lioness of my life,
as I mistook her meekness for a lamb.
But as time has slowly stepped back my feet
and given new eyes to see the error made:
For as she purred and softly cuffed my head,
And gently held me in the nape of night;
She fought the world for me, my fierce lioness
can I newly now- but so late – surely see.
And the awful anger, the shabby ways, the ungrateful moments,
and the unanswered prayers, all here now, in my warming embrace.
From a place of sometimes bitter tears
I face the echoes of my hardest days,
accepting memories that make the mortar of my life
and thoughts I have learned to embrace.
A contest entry
- A Wait In The Wind - One Day Contest by CarolDesjarlais.
600 points, ended April 25, 2007, 14 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
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I felt this was about your mother. It took becoming a parent to see how horrible I'd been..lol..and how smart, and truly caring she really was. A very well-written poem, with that soft resigned quality that speaks voulumes. Well done.
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Thank you Rowan
for your most welcome and pleasing words; and now I will have to add "very perceptive" to my list of things I like about you...PK
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The inner and outer alliteration is worked as magic in this poem...it slides well off the tongue and toils easily on the ears....lovely piece of thoughtful silent, almsot regret.
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Exuberant Man of Love & Life
You have captured the essence of life, love,passion, mistakes...all in this very vividly worded piece of poetic art. I could feel your words, as the seeked and caressed the hearts of readers...Excellent Writing, Awesome read......You talent is magnificent....novy
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Beautiful piece, the sentiments in it almost have a hauntingly soft quality in them, in acceptance of life and the way it is lived. Just lovely Love, C
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Thank you Chez
for all of your help today, and for your kind words and wonderful comments, so very much appreciated...PK -
Thank you Novy
for your kind words and wondrful and pleasing comments; and thank you for taking the time ...I appreciate it so much...PK
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From echos past, lonliness settles in as a long winter's nap. Fightening your battles whislt you slept...Images and emotions run high in this poem. Love it, wonderous piece. ~Sie
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Thank you Sie
for your kind words and most pleasing comments, it is always wonderful to hear from you...PK
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"And the anger, and the shabby ways, the ungrateful moments,
and the unanswered prayers, all here now, in my warming embrace.
From a place of sometimes bitter tears
I face the echoes of my hardest days,
accepting memories that make the mortar of my life
and thoughts I have learned to embrace."
Sighhh...This is such an honest & beautifully pensive piece, my Friend...Many could take a page from your book & learn how to be truthful & loving, dear Poet Man...Carol will love this...Good luck in the contest, Sweetie...
Wanda
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