July 30, 2014 Writer's Digest/Yesterday

Yesterday

I was stuck

It is said we have

Twenty six thousand 

Thoughts a day

Unfortunately 

Most of them are the same

That is what was happening to me

One memory kept returning

To visualize in my mind

Each time tears came to my eyes

Crystal sparkling tears

My world was filled with sadness

This morning things are better

It is a new day

I cannot say there won’t be sadness

In this day but it won’t be the same

I can even return to that same thought

And I am not crying

No crystal sparkling tears

I cannot say how 

We get out of our minds

But I can say

Sometimes it is better

To be outside

Rather than inside

July 30, 2014

Note:  What was that thought?  I could see your hand holding mine, in a very tight grip. Again I could hear you telling me, you wanted to go home.  All the while I knew you never would.

July 29, 2014 Imaginary Gardens with Real Toads/This Poem is a Lonely Room -- Mag 230/In the Museum

This Poem is a Lonely Room

This poem is a lonely room

This poem is a sigh

This poem is longing

Even in a crowded room

Your absence strong

No place for me

My sigh

Barely heard

Caught on a breeze

With longing I am

Wishing you were here

Had never gone away

This poem a crowded room

This poem quiet and lonely blue

This poem a Mother’s heart 

Filled with longing

July 29, 2014

Note:  I am a little confused, I wrote to Tuesday's post by Susie….

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MAGPIE TALES FOR SUNDAY JULY 27, 2014

In the Museum

Sunday afternoon

Heels clack on the floor

The air cool

Lifeless

I search for you

Faces hanging on the wall

Objects in the cases

Behind glass

Nametags tell all

Where are you

I whisper

All by yourself

Alone on a windowsill

Brightly lit

By the sunshine

That streams through

The window

Near the stair

You are there

Only I can see

What you are to me

Spirit of a boy

Gone away

A Mother’s heart broken

I miss you everyday

July 29, 2014

July 29, 2014

July 26, 2014 The Sunday Whirl/Saturday Morning/dVerse Open Link Night

Saturday Morning

Distant sounds of barking dogs

Blast the stillness

Greet the morning

Sweet smell of sage fills the air

White stained by red

Failure to understand language

Reveals no news

Unfolds empty sheets

Shallow exchanges

Fifty shades of grey

An abstract painting

Hung on the wall

For all to see

Amateurs dabble

Hunt for meaning

Gather skills

Pretenders

Fake it till you

Make it

Whack it out

No shortcuts

The road is long

The journey is lonely

Sacrifice required

No guarantee of success

This time

It is all about you

All about love

Tell me who you really are

White stained by red

Blue and yellow

Hallowed halls of the studio

Echo the silence of your leaving

Birds thrill under the portal

Summer heat seeps in

No time to waste

The day is short

The sands run out

Only one chance

Dive deep

Give it your all

Wait for me on the other side

July 26, 2014

The Sunday whirl:  Early words: 
dabble, thrill, whack, hallowed, blasts, stained,
hunt, unfolds, shallow, center, skill, reveal

In a few days, on the calendar I will mark the second month since you died.  My feelings of loneliness are unbearable.  You remain in all things...what I do, I do to honor you, to say how much you meant in my life, how your presence enriched me.