Charlotte #wordsoflove #death #poetry

The words in bold I pulled from a gravestone poem written by a grieving husband to his wife who had passed so young.

 

Charlotte

I spoke your name in harmony with the lark

now the marble holds memories cold

I caressed your hand through the bitterest of fights

now I seek your shadow as you slumber at night

*

silvery clouds trace your smile’s mark

I hear your sweet whispered tone

rustle through the breeze

as you say my name, I freeze

*

a shiver runneth over me

soft hands reach for embrace

we never ever do quite touch

I look  toward heaven far too much

*

longing to catch your loving trace

tears wet my brow, cheeks, face

that once held hot, warm kiss

can only mouth the things I miss

*

I struggle not to throw myself away

 I am yet buoyant on life’s ebbing waves

“May I be faithful to your name  my dear

    nothing in life seems very clear

*

 

I’ll not forget kindness  from above

delivered treasure from the one I love

Next to you darling reserve for me a place

  eternal destiny full of grace”

This is from a previous poem written in 2014. I work with elderly and see so much love in the last unspoken words. This poem reflects the love from both sises of the grave.

~Thanks for reading

 

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Gravity #photography #haiku

 

 

Fallen leaves

death unpreventable

gravity’s rose

The Word Press DP Photo Challenge is Weight (less) – “Show us the effects of gravity.”. Whether it is a physical pull or an emotional drain, gravity is always heavy.

Last Descent #poetry #photography #Halloween

stairs

Too soon,  I must

this shadowy trek

to earthen ground

in windy gust

so all alone

a vacant step

I make my last

my six foot home

you lay one rose

upon this patch

a bid “farewell”

descent’s atone

skull

I had a delightful visit to Edgar Allen Poe’s home. I was hoping some of my shots would be useful.

Today’s prompt for the DP Challenge at WordPress – Descent

Happy Halloween to my photographer friends!!!

 

Roses’ Secret #poetry #photography #undyinglove

Blushing rose

(he whispers) 13 rose fragrant riddles

a tease of love’s first senses

 (she) reclines upon fresh petals

(they) wrapped in moonlight embraces

*

beauty mingles with each day

sun reaches to taste her dew

in the garden they will play until the last ray is through

*

standing elegantly now

confident above the rest

she will stately take her bow wrinkles fade into the past

*

 she lays on the grave

 fingers hold her fast

smiles of memory’s day a love that would  eternal last

cemetery rose

 

Today’s prompt for Poet’s United Mid Week Motif is 13 (using 13 lines) . So often we think of this number as bad luck.

 

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A favorite place to join with poets

 

 

 

 

Memories in a box #haiku #photography

grave

All that remained

she lived in another time

memories in a box

*

memories in a box

one night set free

no holding back ghosts

reminders not needed

the world could see

The prompt at Verse First (hosted by Kim Nelson) is Ghosts, Spirits, Scares. I hope you feel the presence of a ghost  in my verse today.

We were instructed to write in 31 words or 31 lines in honor of October 31st. I chose using the haiku and tanka to write 31 lines.

Tanka:  is written by one poet and not by two (as is the echo form of the Tan Renga) the syllables count is: 5-7-5-7-7

The Lone Daisy #poetry #photography #death

lone daisy

The lone daisy

reminds me of her sunny smile

tender heart that won mine

The lone daisy

a radiant warmth

embracing love’s time

The lone daisy

shines a cheerful glow

day our son came home

The lone daisy

like a pencil in her ear

kind words for those alone

The lone daisy

picked too soon

death gives no reason

The lone daisy

settles on her grave

we apart for a short season

These words are tearfully written in tribute to a  woman (Jaye Lynn) who died much too soon. And for a husband (Chris Wood) who looks for sonshine in the little things.

Photography: Lone Daisy © L. Moon 2013

Shades of Edgar #NWCU #WWUC #poetry #music

Welcome to Wednesday Wake Up Call. I’m in the middle of writing a short story for Halloween so this ghostly “Poe like” prompt hit it for me.

Max Ablitzer  will be performing at the Bush theater in London on November 3. Poetry will be read by Tishani Doshi; it should be quite a night

the ravens

hated birds

dance over your grave

I am jealous

mauled by their “caws”

they get you each day and  through the night

i lost you every day and more so at night

you laugh

I know

I hear it at dusk

as you go…

***

there is nothing left

to pick apart

or the ravens

those black billed beasts

would pick at my heart

taunting

scolding

revealing

each

inner

most

feeling

as

F

o

L

L

Y

!!!!!

Please join us at New World Creative Union and share your creativity.

Never Let You Go #OneShotWednesday

Rain fell today in the form of tears

the sky knew her sorrow

mirroring the gray somber visage

We knew someday  she’d go

knew there would be an end

but the tears had their own way of making rivulets

in our hearts

The storm will pass they say

today the rushing swollen river

pulls trees and roots into its foam

It will one day be a babbling brook

so they say

she will sing contented songs like a child

but not today!

Tomorrow she must face bravely

the next day her routines  must change

“I must go on for her sake

but today

TODAY

I’ll lay on a new mound of dirt

dig my fingers into the earth

and never let you go”

Two dear friends, one I call sister, lost their parents during Christmas. If you feel the sorrow, weep for them or for your own loss. How do you replace someone who has been part of your daily existence for a lifetime? You don’t! You pray those memories carry you through. To my dear Martha and Hil – I love you!

I’m also sharing this poem with One Shot Wednesday.

Raging river photohttp://www.flickr.com/photos/harrisonfarr/3613353820

Mill Creek photo Moondustwriter

I Died Today

You didn’t read the obituary

inscribed permanently

on the headstone

of my heart?

*

“She died an untimely death

her heart broken

For him she will

eternally grieve”

*

You could not find the place

where our love could abide

you made the effort

for us -you strived

*

Hold me dear

plant one more  kiss

lay me in the grave

of lost tomorrows

*

Place flowers on the grave

of our hopes and dreams

remember – I died

dreaming

of you

*

Thanks to Alanna Ralph for the chilling photo

*http://www.flickr.com/photos/superchic001/35255819/

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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.

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