I took a pose
and beautifully fell
caught by stiff icy arms
elegant red rose
*
I tried to arise
from white blanket cold
no hot house warmth
flower, snow and stone
*
lift me as I groan
nothing can I feel
what once ran free
a bleeding heart alone
*
no tears remain for me
shriveled up and dead
wind blows away at will
valentine’s face this dread
Learning to live by the indwelling life of Christ.
Gud skaper noko nytt ved sitt Ord og sin Ande, vi kan ta imot det i tru og få oppleve at han gjer sitt verk med oss. Hans skaparkraft verkar konstuktivt i våre liv og skaper noko som er verdifullt for oss. Naturkreftene verkar nedebrytande, i fylgje entropilova, men Gud er Ånd og det som er født av hans Ande består. Jesu frelsesverk er fullbrakt og fullkome. Han er den siste Adam, som er ifrå himmelen og som for oss har vorte ei livgjevande ånd. Han gjev oss den Heilage Ande frå himmelen av berre nåde. Han gjev oss det evige livet.
Looking ahead, without looking back (too often)
Thanks for following a cowgirl on her crazy life journey.
Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there, wondering, fearing, doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before. - Edgar Allan Poe
Hoping to make the world more beautiful
Books by author Diana Coombes
With previous posting of "Our World" on Blogger
my humanity in written form
Experiments in Creative Writing, and more ....
Poetry by Mich
FOR READERS AND ASPIRING WRITERS
Everyday musings ....Life as I see it.......my space, my reflections and thoughts !!
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FROM ONE PARENT TO ANOTHER
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penned in moon dust 
this is hauntingly beautiful
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ooo I’m glad
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A sad fate indeed…conveyed in these lines.
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for some reason all my romantic lines have left. must be the cold 😉
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It is a day that draws out the broken heart in us isn’t it? I remember the valentine’s Day just after my wife left me and my boss required everyone in the office to attend the church Valentine’s Day party. Most horrible!
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Valentine’s Day is hard on people. expectations may only be met in retail 😉
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Usually not even there I am afraid.
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You are so gifted. Your poems are marvelous.
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you are always too kind
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tomorrow’s breeze arrives
crisp, filled with life
washing over all
she rises from the dead
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Chilling … I loved the last stanza, so deeply portraying the agony of heart !!!
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so very touching and beautiful!
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