Oh where have you gone
dearest mother of mine?
I know what you feared
from your body in time;
to find a good seed
needed for my design.
Hold close to me now
until morning does shine.
Read words while I sleep
my dreams always should hear.
I long for your voice,
your soft breath in my ear.
Black jungles call out
when you cannot be near.
Dear mother of mine,
my heart’s desert is clear.
Your hand went so cold
when your job was not done.
I play at your grave,
I still laugh, sing and run.
Oh mommy of mine
come back now to your son.
To finish your work,
please send me someone.
The hand of your soul
touched so gently today.
A girl with a smile
felt my heart made of clay.
All in a sweet touch
not a word did we say.
Her fingers in mine,
swept me so far away.
Her vessel of flesh
sails a sea of moonlight.
The mist if her breath
is the taste of delight.
Her sails full of life
mend my black into white.
Her eyes are the stars
that navigate our night.
She is wet and wild
like the rain in a storm.
She’s a lamp of light
in the home that we’ve born.
You have one of us
with your name on her form.
Our pure baby girl
now with you in new form.
An oasis of life
is this woman God gave,
to break down my law,
to show grace and to save.
Where no moth or worm,
can destroy what we’ve made,
I’ll love all of you
better after the grave.
Author notes
For my mother who died when I was a teen, my daughter Tessa who passed as a baby, and my wife who is the source of so much love and life.
The “Anima” is the female soul image of a man. That is the simplest definition, and one, which many struggle with, since Jung seems quite absolute in defining a person's soul image as gender opposite. "Soul image" sounds very pretty, but the Anima is not without a negative pole as well. Jung's anima whispered to him that what he was doing was "art". He rejected this and thus avoided going down what would have been for him the wrong road. If a man is on good terms with his Anima she can prove a valuable messenger between the unconscious and the conscious, a connecting link - a veritable Hermes.
A contest entry
- show me love for your parents by wings from god 28.
300 points, ended October 24, 2007, 8 entries
Gold trophy winner
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this is sad! and from the heart! well done!
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The poem you weaved together from sad and fulfillment, thus shows me your strong character. Like you said: "To find a good seed,
Needed for my design."
Well done to her! She raised a very sensible and loving man!
I am sorry to learn that you lost a daughter also.
Amera send me this, and I would like to share with you:
One day the Gardener went to prune his rose bush. The rose bush looked at him and cried. “Why are you doing this to me?” said the bush. “I have only given you my best roses and made beauty for you”. The rose bush didn’t know what the Gardener did for the Gardener knew that by pruning, the rose bush would look twice a beautiful and yield twice as many roses next season. Gods ways are not mans ways and He prunes us, He has a plan for us knowing all will be for the better in the end.
Lovely write!
*love*
Becks
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omg this is so good thank you for entering xx
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This is exquisite - and a wonderful tribute to those loved who have passed on.
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great poem
i really like the way you put your words together great job good luck in the contest
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I love the true emotion and feeling in this poem and I thank you wholeheartedly for sharing.
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This poem moves from grief to love in a beautiful way, showing hope at the end. I'm not sure if I understand what you mean by the last line. But that's neither here nor there. I really love this, the transition between the two themes is excellent and I love how they are interwoven. A great write!
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this is so good made me feel a lot. thanks for the entry x -
You always seem...
to add some great symbolism and psychology into your work. Intricately weaving it through beautiful words and excellent rhyme. Another masterpiece... Ithica
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this very touching and from the heart; it is also rare to find such a wonderful and meaningful connection between the lives that matter so much, mother, wife, child... love seems to be the bridge. Very well done here..PK
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I'm really sorry this happened to you.
This was a really great poem.
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How sweet, sad, and soft.
Such a large range of emotions here, from joy, to sorrow, to content, to being at peace. You suffered loss, but you also appreciate the insight it gave you. This is one of my favourites from you, I think. It is so wise and seems to be so at peace. This is a wonderful tribute to two people obviously so special to you. You do them proper justice. VERY well done!!!!
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yet another "heart write" from your pen. The homage paid to your departed mum and baby daughter is more than beautiful...it has kept them alive for you and brought them to life for this reader [touched by the positive side of the Anima]I also especially like that you seem to attach an explanation of things into your authornotes. They are as worthy of a read as the write itself [even including Jungarian philosophy]
regards, reenie
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Your comments are appreciated
I look forward to your comments; they feel much better than my poetry (smile). Love, Sultan
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wow, this is deep... very emotional! I really love the way you put all your emotion into this! She is wet and wild,
Like the rain in a storm.
She’s a lamp of light,
In the home that we’ve born.
You have one of us,
With your name on her form.
Our pure baby girl,
Now with you in new form.
great work on this! man, I don't know what I would do if my mom died.. I guess the same thing I did when my grandpa died just last month. just keep strong! good write! keep it up!
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Loved it!
Really did, i prefer rhymiing poems which i know some may see as unadventurous but they just flow better. Yours does this very well while telling a story and you mnaged to keep the syllaballs in check too so well done!
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Ah, the anima is the most potent of archetypes for a man!! Powerful in the extreme, it all depends whether or not we project a positive or negative image upon her...not so simple... the latent power of the anime is apparent in your fine poem... bravo....
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Beautiful
I feel your writeing, it's sad, yet you keep faith, and hope, I love it. I would enjoy it if you checked out some of my writeing and gave me your oppinion, 3 applause for sure
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Will do ...
I have a flight to catch in a few hours and will spend some time with your work when I get to my destinaton tomorrow night ... inshallah! The last leg of my journey may take longer than I think. Anyway ... I'm happy to share my opinion.
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Heartfelt memories
They say we all must die, some of us sooner than others. My grand ma died but she still lives in my heart and always will. For she was the my strength my fortitude. And even know she is the one that keeps me strong. Because her memories live on. Just like the memories of your Mother and Daughter. We should always remember them and keep them in our hearts. So they too can live there journey to the heavens. I am sorry for your loss but honor you for having them still in your heart and soul. (LISA)
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Thank you
Thank you for your kind words.
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Grieving is a whole other plane of pain. Be sure to cherish those you have while they are with you.
Good luck, and thank you for entering.
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