On an island in the middle of yesterday
floating toward tomorrow’s mayhem,
I view an album of pasted smiles
the unglued past of photographs~
dog-eared cinemas,
Mother in Daddy's songful arms,
centered in marigold fields-
where the breath of half-century love
smears to the musty parchment
till the last page-
Entering
an ominous still,
a silence-unwe lcome;
illness melts each clue
left- only thumbprints and images
for the will to survive life's clumsy exit-
its hallmark waits from Limbo earth.
The shark that clouds the fullest sleep
which God will bring in watchful nigh,
is ransomed as the scrapbook keeps
‘tween hereafter
and Lullabye.
Author notes
I found it interesting that the image you see at the top is an actual variation of the insigna - "cross of life" used for referencing the medical field and its effect on life itself! I wish I knew who created it, for I never really noticed it till I found it on the internet. I'd love to give credit!
Written October 5th, 2003
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Cookie, this is a beautiful depiction of life in general, but especially the love between your parents, and the fact that it was there, visible, for you to keep in your memory-bank, i.e. "scrapbook". So few of us, had that growing up, and it's awesome to know that some still do. Sorry to hear about your dad. God bless you, and keep on writing, you are very talented, and you have a unique, and beautiful way of turning your feelings and thoughts into vivid images, just like those in your scrapbook.
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this is a very interesting poem. i love the way you show how simple and fleeting life really is and that we leave little to show our passing. blessed be.
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Beautiful and peaceful but with a disturbing note somewhere in the background.
Like any good peace it entices, satisfies and, in the end, disturbs. -
Expressed So Lovely
Every line of you rings true, as you pen your heart on pages,
Many wonders may you find anew, acrooss the seas of ages.
I admire the life you've lived, from what I've read I know,
That your the sweetness we all enjoy, as your light does surely glow.
Keep being you sweetheart, I'm so sorry for your loss...
You write such beautiful poetry, thanks for sharing you!
-Timothy
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sorry for your loss. "scrapbook keeps
‘tween hereafter
and Lullabye" so poignant. so true. -
I heard about your dad reading a tribute Zez wrote. Bless you honey I know these are sad days. I myself lost my father years ago. To this day I feel him with me, because he gave me my good stuff. This is a beautiful write, best wishes. So sorry for your loss.
Red -
Dearest Dianne -
Sherry told me that your father passed away yesterday ... I am united with you in prayer, thankful that his suffering has ended and that he may rest now from this world. I am grateful that you've got such wonderful memories to cherish, until you meet again. We know that his soul is now with our Heavenly Father.
Seven roses in honour of his soul, and for you as his family:
I am holding you, my friend.
Myra -
You always write with depth. I do so love that about you...and this poem! So much falls between the pages from lullabyes and death and the life that goes on in spite of it. This is a very pensive introspectiv
e poem that shows you considering the meaning of life and where it leads us. What falls between the cracks of days is the making of the soul of tomorrows. -
Maybe because it meant that the losing of them was due to life's only limitations:
1.) My father's Alzheimer's which has somehow dwindled down to barely seeing us in a matter of a few months
2.) The American background and images surrounding might have thrown you off, but it basically has to do with his American patronage, the mesh of life in order as we might know it, and his disconnection from all that socratic existence has for him.
Thank you
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This is an extremely beautifully penned poem, cookie.
But when I read the words of the poem,
I follow you through a journey though your photo album,
you parents 50 years of love
until illness takes it away ..
the images are gorgeous, so soft and touching ..
but I don't see 9/11. -
Very interesting.
..The title caught my attention at first...So I had to read the poem...
I liked this a lot...Keep it up and all that jazz...
!~YS4e~!
Scarlett -
you creat a clear picture yourself here, almost allowing the reader to peer over your shoulder at the photographs.
I did like the opening line, having been spending some time browsing through old photos myself, it is just like that, a limbo, an island, where time follows its own rules, going backwards, almost stopping, yet inexorably one knows it is passing and tomorrow will follow. the 'dog-eared cornered cinemas' - as if when you look at the still, you can replay the living scene in your mind, lovely. the following verses almost underline that life is like the snapshots and you browsing them, there in front of you for a while, initially clear and pristine, but becoming worn and dog-eared, stained and smeared but nonetheless loved, until gathered on. An interesting write, thank you -
5 Yays out of 5
"only thumbprints and images
for the will to survive life's clumsy exit-
its hallmark waits from Limbo earth"..........this is a cool part of an excellent poem. Each part is very well penned creating a solid well structured poem with an interesting topic. Also, a great title.
Superb write!
Don -
Cookie, A beautifuly sad piece sweetheart shows the memories so dear, and the sorrows of them present ones being not so wonderful....But
through it all that song here after lullabye being the song your heart will continue to sing as your daddy will sing.....when hes there.....Love to you with love, 
Sherry~ Not sure Im making sence?
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Dearest Dianne
A poem filled with nostalgia, sadness, yet also with tenderness - a soft smile through tears ...
Verbs like "pasted", "unglued", "smears" indicated and suggested life's fingerprints in a deeply abstract sense. Euphemistic references like "life's clumsy exit", "the shark that clouds the fullest sleep" and "'tween hereafter / and Lullabye" intensified the emotional impact of this write.
Thank you for the beautifully presented cameo of love:
"Mother in songful arms of Daddy
centered in marigold fields-"
It touched my heart.
Well done, Dianne, for a perfect write - again.
Love.
Myra -
Very cute.
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Beautiful!
This is so beautiful and peaceful. You have weaved a poem of many memories in me. Makes me want to go to my mom's house, and take a journey through the mind of memory in our family album. Thanks for this beautiful treasure. Excellent in verse and sentiment.
Be Blessed!
Renee
~poetryality~
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