Tuesday, August 30, 2011

Autumnal Magic


Autumn spendor reveals
Gentle melancholy mood
All felt through spirit
As sunset gilded
Our Fall


Tuesday, August 23, 2011

Autumn Morn

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While dawn’s ascent 
shepherds in golden hues
scattered by silent rays 
of delicate morning light
to wish goodness with 
rainbow dayspring views
under the maples as 
cardinals, take flight
Sunlight polished 
kaleidoscope prisms bright
to blossom upon 
gossamer pastel sky’s
unveiling embellishments 
as breezes sigh

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Saturday, August 20, 2011


My morning tea always
tastes better by candlelight

Alone in a room of my own
aware of the stillness that surrounds me

There is something about a lit candle
that makes a room come alive

All my senses become heightened
Wanderlust imaginings fill my mind

The candle flickers with hypnotic light
inviting buoyant energy
to share this esoteric space
as we merge into
secluded stillness

Thursday, August 18, 2011

Morning Reflections

No one sees the private tears
The constant ache inside
The everlasting prayers
To have you by my side

No one knows the pain through
Loving thoughts of you
No one feels my emptiness
Life’s helpless void now true

Knowing that I loved you
Knowing that I cared
Knowing this is not enough
To see you through despair 

So my prayers  each day are simple
They are lasting, they are true
I wish to see your smile
Perhaps a glimpse of you

Each morning grief envelops me
It seems there’s no escape
Only dreams and fantasies
Are hopeful turns of fate

Shared memories are endless
So too deep-seated pain
Memories are constant
And are all that still remain

Authors note ~ I wrote this poem in the wee small hours in March, 1993, during the most difficult time of my life while grieving the death of my sixteen year old daughter, Chantelle ~ The words “no one sees the private tears” repeated over and over in my mind that morning ~ It was as if the words were being whispered to me ~ I was compelled to write non stop and within minutes this poem had manifested and tears fell as I read my words aloud  ~  This year has been most difficult I’m afraid, leaving me with even more losses to mourn ~ The timing of your chosen topic for D’Verse tonight makes re-posting this piece seem appropriate, almost serendipitous.


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Tuesday, August 16, 2011

Summer Breeze

The warm summer breeze
played tag with the lace curtains
at my window
As the bright morning light
stenciled lacy silhouettes
against the wall,
the smell of freshly cut grass
lingered in as well
The open window...
An invitation beckons
The screen door slams behind me
I love the wind...
feeling it’s invisible touch
brushing past
My breathe drinks it in
So filled with melancholy,
there is barely but a
whisper of presence felt
Yet, at the same time
I feel comforted by
dawn’s warming affection
Birds sing softly as if to whisper,
dry your earnest tears…
The wake of each step echoes,
loving thoughts of you

Photo by Helena White ~ 2011
Originally posted August 16, 2011
 for D'Verse Poets Pub - OpenLinkNight
Re-posted July 20, 2012 for D'Verse Poets Pub 1st Anniversary Celebration
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