this evening I set out on my own
the cold air stung in my lungs
I walked the old country road
the one you liked so much
and tried to remember
the last time
you and I were here together
as the winter sun
began to fade from
the sky
I noticed the sad trees
maybe for the first time?
lining the road,..
like tall soldiers
in honour of a fallen brother
I believe
they are in parade formation for you
for it was you who showed me the way
it was you who gave me love
it was you who gave me hope
you who made me belong
and it was you who left me alone
and broken
so maybe they gather for me?
I don’t think so,..
but maybe.
I may never be sure,..
may never know
but as the snow crunches
beneath my boots
and the breeze snakes
between the leaves
I know its missing YOU
that makes my heart
and these sad trees
bleed.
this evening I set out on my own
the cold air stung in my lungs
I walked the old country road
the one you liked so much
and tried to remember
the last time
you and I were here together
as the winter sun
began to fade from
the sky
I noticed the sad trees
maybe for the first time?
lining the road,..
like tall soldiers
in honour of a fallen brother
I believe
they are in parade formation for you
for it was you who showed me the way
it was you who gave me love
it was you who gave me hope
you who made me belong
and it was you who left me alone
and broken
so maybe they gather for me?
I don’t think so,..
but maybe.
I may never be sure,..
may never know
but as the snow crunches
beneath my boots
and the breeze snakes
between the leaves
I know its missing YOU
that makes my heart
and these sad trees
bleed.
sad sad sad
but very good
peace,
jo
http://www.Etsy.com/Shop/SimpleEarthCreations
"How I choose to feel is how I am." ~ EV/MMc
"Some people hear their own inner voices with great clearness and they live by what they hear. Such people become crazy, or they become legends." ~ One Stab ~
this evening I set out on my own
the cold air stung in my lungs
I walked the old country road
the one you liked so much
and tried to remember
the last time
you and I were here together
as the winter sun
began to fade from
the sky
I noticed the sad trees
maybe for the first time?
lining the road,..
like tall soldiers
in honour of a fallen brother
I believe
they are in parade formation for you
for it was you who showed me the way
it was you who gave me love
it was you who gave me hope
you who made me belong
and it was you who left me alone
and broken
so maybe they gather for me?
I don’t think so,..
but maybe.
I may never be sure,..
may never know
but as the snow crunches
beneath my boots
and the breeze snakes
between the leaves
I know its missing YOU
that makes my heart
and these sad trees
bleed.
very powerful once again wolf (I could call you steve but I feel we are not introduced!!)
Very clear, so true. Made me think of one of my favourite songs by the band the sundays- 'cry' - equally direct. I won't print the lyrics since it probably will say nothing!
thanks
again
Cancel my subscription to the Ressurection
Send my credentials to the house of detention
Thinking of you today, as always Blythe on what would have been your 63rd birthday.
We would be sharing some laughs over the phone.
A little razing from baby sister on just how old you are! 'damn woman 63!
can you believe this?!'
And you would disbelievingly ask me again how old I was.
I would picture you shake your head across the miles,
as you recalled teaching me to ride my bike, that it feels just like yesterday.
And it does dear sister, like yesterday that we grew together.
There would be a few tears,
happy tears from memories of past days,
birthdays shared, cakes and candles and wishes made.
Sad tears too from the pain we have shared in our lives.
There would be some talk about this stupid crazy world we live in
your spiritual twist you would put on it all, making me feel everything and nothing matters,
that All is just ok.
You would listen to my woes, lending advice if needed or just loving words at my rant.
And you would send your love, your love, to the kids and JB before we said
"Talk to you later".
But there is no later and now I miss you.
All I have is the memories of your voice, faint over the phone line and all the would haves.
But I carry you close in heart, this I have, this I will always have until we hold each other once again.
Hugs to you till then
wrote this earlier today and now I think its possible your pic wolf
may have been some inspiration
it certainly has stayed engrained in my brain since seeing it
and cate, very clever you are, made me laugh, thanks
pandora.... my heart sank.. I'm very close to my sister, 6 years my senior, but we grew up Together... she's taken care of me, and we've been through the highs and the lows...natural and drug induced .. . so readin your words, I sank a little... words such as yours, reach the ones gone...
pandora.... my heart sank.. I'm very close to my sister, 6 years my senior, but we grew up Together... she's taken care of me, and we've been through the highs and the lows...natural and drug induced .. . so readin your words, I sank a little... words such as yours, reach the ones gone...
that is a lovely thought, thank you, that quote will stay with me always
I know you are appreciating your sister and how very blessed you both are,
no need to tell you, this is evident.
Enjoy your love and life together
Thinking of you today, as always Blythe on what would have been your 63rd birthday.
We would be sharing some laughs over the phone.
A little razing from baby sister on just how old you are! 'damn woman 63!
can you believe this?!'
And you would disbelievingly ask me again how old I was.
I would picture you shake your head across the miles,
as you recalled teaching me to ride my bike, that it feels just like yesterday.
And it does dear sister, like yesterday that we grew together.
There would be a few tears,
happy tears from memories of past days,
birthdays shared, cakes and candles and wishes made.
Sad tears too from the pain we have shared in our lives.
There would be some talk about this stupid crazy world we live in
your spiritual twist you would put on it all, making me feel everything and nothing matters,
that All is just ok.
You would listen to my woes, lending advice if needed or just loving words at my rant.
And you would send your love, your love, to the kids and JB before we said
"Talk to you later".
But there is no later and now I miss you.
All I have is the memories of your voice, faint over the phone line and all the would haves.
But I carry you close in heart, this I have, this I will always have until we hold each other once again.
Hugs to you till then
wrote this earlier today and now I think its possible your pic wolf
may have been some inspiration
it certainly has stayed engrained in my brain since seeing it
and cate, very clever you are, made me laugh, thanks
very fine words Pandi. Really
So too from across oceans, and that goes without saying - (btw AOceans, I dedicated a song to you over in the encompassing trip!)
Cancel my subscription to the Ressurection
Send my credentials to the house of detention
Thinking of you today, as always Blythe on what would have been your 63rd birthday.
We would be sharing some laughs over the phone.
A little razing from baby sister on just how old you are! 'damn woman 63!
can you believe this?!'
And you would disbelievingly ask me again how old I was.
I would picture you shake your head across the miles,
as you recalled teaching me to ride my bike, that it feels just like yesterday.
And it does dear sister, like yesterday that we grew together.
There would be a few tears,
happy tears from memories of past days,
birthdays shared, cakes and candles and wishes made.
Sad tears too from the pain we have shared in our lives.
There would be some talk about this stupid crazy world we live in
your spiritual twist you would put on it all, making me feel everything and nothing matters,
that All is just ok.
You would listen to my woes, lending advice if needed or just loving words at my rant.
And you would send your love, your love, to the kids and JB before we said
"Talk to you later".
But there is no later and now I miss you.
All I have is the memories of your voice, faint over the phone line and all the would haves.
But I carry you close in heart, this I have, this I will always have until we hold each other once again.
Hugs to you till then
wrote this earlier today and now I think its possible your pic wolf
may have been some inspiration
it certainly has stayed engrained in my brain since seeing it
and cate, very clever you are, made me laugh, thanks
very fine words Pandi. Really
So too from across oceans, and that goes without saying - (btw AOceans, I dedicated a song to you over in the encompassing trip!)
Thanks
Happy Sunday Friends, Got some happy Sunday memories to share?
When I was school age
we didn't go back to school til the day after Labor Day.
So many of my memories of this day
are filled with anticipation of the new school year......
Memories of the anticipation....
Last week Friday I would have walked up to my grade school
to look at the long white sheets of paper
scotch taped to the windows
that tell each of us who our new teacher is for the year.
There are excited happy squeals
from those who got the preferred cool teachers.
And boy could you tell who didn't.
The disgusted, disappointed looks on the faces of those
who got the mean teachers.
I think this our first taste of politics. The unfairness of life.
If you were the latter you were filled with the anticipation
of a not so good 9 months to come. Damn.
Anticipation of probably no cool field trips,
no awesome special snack time,
no unique projects and style of teaching that made learning fun.
Now your world was looking rather bleak,
it helped though to have good friends along to share in the torment.
So who's name was listed with yours could make
or break even the greatest or worst of news.
It could also make or break the best friendships too,
being separated for the school year.
All my new folders would have been carefully color chosen
and pre-doodled on, daisies, peace signs, initials of wanton love.
A small pencil bag is filled with pencils
and erasers of different colors and shapes.
A small box of crayons too.
There are no book bags yet, that would come much later.
Books are stacked and carried,
if you were a girl on your forearm against your chest,
a boy, stacked under hand, carried macho style, against your hip.
New school shoes peek from under the bed, super shiny and stiff,
destined to cause some blisters before the first day is out.
Better remember the bandaids, add them to the pencil bag,
best not to visit the school nurse the very first day.
My favorite back to school outfit lays on the chair,
wool skirt, sweater, knee highs,
even in Wisconsin this fall outfit premature for the last of the summer heat.
But suffer we will to look good, that starts early on.
The biggest part of Labor Day I remember
was trying to fall asleep in the still light, warm summer evening.
Laying there long after the sun set and the crickets started their song.
My bed positioned by the window to feel the evening breeze
and see the moon cast light across the backyard.
There I would lay wondering what the new school year would bring.
Anticipating new fun with old friends.
The anticipation of making new friends
and maybe new love at the tender age of ten.
Love, even then, the greatest anticipation in life.
Very nice poem Pandora - I posted something about this last night, but the reply seems to have been eaten by the broadband or something.
I said I really enjoyed reading it - like getting a scent of a different era, different culture - yet with so many things common to my own experience (and universal). Other times.... in more ways than one!
Cancel my subscription to the Ressurection
Send my credentials to the house of detention
that is such a cool lil memory Pandora.... very vivid...nicely remembered
alas I cannot relate... I used to hate going back to school... depression... now my sis and cousin, they had better times : )
Oh, someone with such a lovely sensitive heart as you, many missed knowing.Their loss.
Most people don't realize how really great they are, most especially when we are young.
Like Eddie's words,
"To myself I... surrender
To the one I'll never please".
Time helps us get through this critical period and coming to the place where we like ourselves there is so much comfort and peace, it is a different life.
I would have liked to have had that acceptance of myself when I was young.
Lots of time spent feeling uncomfortable, out of place and unhappy. And I only had one life.
Very nice poem Pandora - I posted something about this last night, but the reply seems to have been eaten by the broadband or something.
I said I really enjoyed reading it - like getting a scent of a different era, different culture - yet with so many things common to my own experience (and universal). Other times.... in more ways than one!
Thank You! I am glad you could relate,
yes some things don't change over the years
and it is amazing to me how we humans are so much alike.
Even across the miles and years. Universal as you say.
There could be a lot less hate and more understanding if we remembered this,
basic human behavior and the bond we share.
We all need the same thing in this life,
Love and acceptance being foremost if we allow ourselves to hope for that.
that is such a cool lil memory Pandora.... very vivid...nicely remembered
alas I cannot relate... I used to hate going back to school... depression... now my sis and cousin, they had better times : )
Lots of time spent feeling uncomfortable, out of place and unhappy.
you said some very nice things but THAT - was my situation... well... at least until the mirrored sun became my light, when I was too young and it was too bright, so I started trippin and missed the girl I liked
I wonder how many of the people here love the sound of a far off train whistle.
I do, as does JB and my Mama loved it too.
It is a lonely, melancholy sound yet peaceful and hopeful at the same time.
I guess like running away would be.
Sad to leave behind that which you love, fearing the thought of it being just you.
But also intrigued by the newness escaping would bring.
Excited by the thought of fresh discoveries.
I think those who like the sound are drawn to the thought of running away from it all.
If that be only for the moments they are immersed in the sound,
aroused by the feeling of freedom.
I have felt it and seen it in the eyes of my loved ones.
Our telling eyes have met, afraid to share the desire to run,
to be someone new. Almost ashamed of the thought.
There is a that look, followed by a sigh and a small whisper,
' I love the sound of a far off train whistle, don't you? '
as we are lost in our own thoughts of what could be.
I just put this picture in another thread but I think it might be good for inspiration in this one.
This tugs at my heart, no pun intended.
An employees passing is brought to mind. I'll give some thought to his tribute, dear Joe. He deserves the best words I can find, more to come...
I just put this picture in another thread but I think it might be good for inspiration in this one.
This tugs at my heart, no pun intended.
An employees passing is brought to mind. I'll give some thought to his tribute, dear Joe. He deserves the best words I can find, more to come...
OMG :shock: I didn't realize it looked like a memorial wreath! :?
I was thinking more along the lines of a generic Valentine card with text like:
Roses and redness
and flowers with scent
presents and candy
and love heaven sent.
It could be inspiration for a better love poem but I'm not putting any of those up these days.
I just put this picture in another thread but I think it might be good for inspiration in this one.
This tugs at my heart, no pun intended.
An employees passing is brought to mind. I'll give some thought to his tribute, dear Joe. He deserves the best words I can find, more to come...
OMG :shock: I didn't realize it looked like a memorial wreath! :?
I was thinking more along the lines of a generic Valentine card with text like:
Roses and redness
and flowers with scent
presents and candy
and love heaven sent.
It could be inspiration for a better love poem but I'm not putting any of those up these days.
Well I wish you would girlfriend! Can't get too much love!!
I'm in need of revisiting Joe in my thoughts, the memories, conflict, sadness, eventual peace.
Maybe that is why it looked like a funeral piece to me.
Just don't feel like crying today, gotta pick a strong day for a good cry right?
And so thank you for posting justam, it was meant to be.
This picture reminds me of the days we used to watch trains with my son when he was a young boy.
My kids loved the miniature trains, we had a store that had many train scenes on display, that was a favorite to go there on a Saturday afternoon. One year they talked us into getting one to go around under the Christmas tree.
That was very cool, well until it kept going off track
Good memories though for me too.
This picture reminds me of the days we used to watch trains with my son when he was a young boy.
My kids loved the miniature trains, we had a store that had many train scenes on display, that was a favorite to go there on a Saturday afternoon. One year they talked us into getting one to go around under the Christmas tree.
That was very cool, well until it kept going off track
Good memories though for me too.
One of the few things that my Dad and I really enjoyed together when i was a kid was this giant freakin' train set that we put together in the garage with the town and shit all around it. i don't really know what happened to it.
we probably moved and couldn't take it with us.
Peace, Love.
"To question your government is not unpatriotic --
to not question your government is unpatriotic."
-- Sen. Chuck Hagel
Comments
this is so real man... every so often, your words make me feel as if I ain't alone in feeling what I feel... thank you
"To question your government is not unpatriotic --
to not question your government is unpatriotic."
-- Sen. Chuck Hagel
sad sad sad
but very good
jo
http://www.Etsy.com/Shop/SimpleEarthCreations
"How I choose to feel is how I am." ~ EV/MMc
"Some people hear their own inner voices with great clearness and they live by what they hear. Such people become crazy, or they become legends." ~ One Stab ~
very powerful once again wolf (I could call you steve but I feel we are not introduced!!)
Very clear, so true. Made me think of one of my favourite songs by the band the sundays- 'cry' - equally direct. I won't print the lyrics since it probably will say nothing!
thanks
again
Send my credentials to the house of detention
god, its for you.
take a good look
this could be the day
hold my hand
lie beside me
i just need to say
We would be sharing some laughs over the phone.
A little razing from baby sister on just how old you are! 'damn woman 63!
can you believe this?!'
And you would disbelievingly ask me again how old I was.
I would picture you shake your head across the miles,
as you recalled teaching me to ride my bike, that it feels just like yesterday.
And it does dear sister, like yesterday that we grew together.
There would be a few tears,
happy tears from memories of past days,
birthdays shared, cakes and candles and wishes made.
Sad tears too from the pain we have shared in our lives.
There would be some talk about this stupid crazy world we live in
your spiritual twist you would put on it all, making me feel everything and nothing matters,
that All is just ok.
You would listen to my woes, lending advice if needed or just loving words at my rant.
And you would send your love, your love, to the kids and JB before we said
"Talk to you later".
But there is no later and now I miss you.
All I have is the memories of your voice, faint over the phone line and all the would haves.
But I carry you close in heart, this I have, this I will always have until we hold each other once again.
Hugs to you till then
wrote this earlier today and now I think its possible your pic wolf
may have been some inspiration
it certainly has stayed engrained in my brain since seeing it
and cate, very clever you are, made me laugh, thanks
I know you are appreciating your sister and how very blessed you both are,
no need to tell you, this is evident.
Enjoy your love and life together
very fine words Pandi. Really
So too from across oceans, and that goes without saying - (btw AOceans, I dedicated a song to you over in the encompassing trip!)
Send my credentials to the house of detention
Thanks
Happy Sunday Friends, Got some happy Sunday memories to share?
When I was school age
we didn't go back to school til the day after Labor Day.
So many of my memories of this day
are filled with anticipation of the new school year......
Memories of the anticipation....
Last week Friday I would have walked up to my grade school
to look at the long white sheets of paper
scotch taped to the windows
that tell each of us who our new teacher is for the year.
There are excited happy squeals
from those who got the preferred cool teachers.
And boy could you tell who didn't.
The disgusted, disappointed looks on the faces of those
who got the mean teachers.
I think this our first taste of politics. The unfairness of life.
If you were the latter you were filled with the anticipation
of a not so good 9 months to come. Damn.
Anticipation of probably no cool field trips,
no awesome special snack time,
no unique projects and style of teaching that made learning fun.
Now your world was looking rather bleak,
it helped though to have good friends along to share in the torment.
So who's name was listed with yours could make
or break even the greatest or worst of news.
It could also make or break the best friendships too,
being separated for the school year.
All my new folders would have been carefully color chosen
and pre-doodled on, daisies, peace signs, initials of wanton love.
A small pencil bag is filled with pencils
and erasers of different colors and shapes.
A small box of crayons too.
There are no book bags yet, that would come much later.
Books are stacked and carried,
if you were a girl on your forearm against your chest,
a boy, stacked under hand, carried macho style, against your hip.
New school shoes peek from under the bed, super shiny and stiff,
destined to cause some blisters before the first day is out.
Better remember the bandaids, add them to the pencil bag,
best not to visit the school nurse the very first day.
My favorite back to school outfit lays on the chair,
wool skirt, sweater, knee highs,
even in Wisconsin this fall outfit premature for the last of the summer heat.
But suffer we will to look good, that starts early on.
The biggest part of Labor Day I remember
was trying to fall asleep in the still light, warm summer evening.
Laying there long after the sun set and the crickets started their song.
My bed positioned by the window to feel the evening breeze
and see the moon cast light across the backyard.
There I would lay wondering what the new school year would bring.
Anticipating new fun with old friends.
The anticipation of making new friends
and maybe new love at the tender age of ten.
Love, even then, the greatest anticipation in life.
alas I cannot relate... I used to hate going back to school... depression... now my sis and cousin, they had better times : )
I said I really enjoyed reading it - like getting a scent of a different era, different culture - yet with so many things common to my own experience (and universal). Other times.... in more ways than one!
Send my credentials to the house of detention
Most people don't realize how really great they are, most especially when we are young.
Like Eddie's words,
"To myself I... surrender
To the one I'll never please".
Time helps us get through this critical period and coming to the place where we like ourselves there is so much comfort and peace, it is a different life.
I would have liked to have had that acceptance of myself when I was young.
Lots of time spent feeling uncomfortable, out of place and unhappy. And I only had one life.
Thank you for your kind words always
Thank You! I am glad you could relate,
yes some things don't change over the years
and it is amazing to me how we humans are so much alike.
Even across the miles and years. Universal as you say.
There could be a lot less hate and more understanding if we remembered this,
basic human behavior and the bond we share.
We all need the same thing in this life,
Love and acceptance being foremost if we allow ourselves to hope for that.
I am now awake
you said some very nice things but THAT - was my situation... well... at least until the mirrored sun became my light, when I was too young and it was too bright, so I started trippin and missed the girl I liked
I do, as does JB and my Mama loved it too.
It is a lonely, melancholy sound yet peaceful and hopeful at the same time.
I guess like running away would be.
Sad to leave behind that which you love, fearing the thought of it being just you.
But also intrigued by the newness escaping would bring.
Excited by the thought of fresh discoveries.
I think those who like the sound are drawn to the thought of running away from it all.
If that be only for the moments they are immersed in the sound,
aroused by the feeling of freedom.
I have felt it and seen it in the eyes of my loved ones.
Our telling eyes have met, afraid to share the desire to run,
to be someone new. Almost ashamed of the thought.
There is a that look, followed by a sigh and a small whisper,
' I love the sound of a far off train whistle, don't you? '
as we are lost in our own thoughts of what could be.
An employees passing is brought to mind. I'll give some thought to his tribute, dear Joe. He deserves the best words I can find, more to come...
"To question your government is not unpatriotic --
to not question your government is unpatriotic."
-- Sen. Chuck Hagel
OMG :shock: I didn't realize it looked like a memorial wreath! :?
I was thinking more along the lines of a generic Valentine card with text like:
Roses and redness
and flowers with scent
presents and candy
and love heaven sent.
It could be inspiration for a better love poem but I'm not putting any of those up these days.
This picture reminds me of the days we used to watch trains with my son when he was a young boy.
I'm in need of revisiting Joe in my thoughts, the memories, conflict, sadness, eventual peace.
Maybe that is why it looked like a funeral piece to me.
Just don't feel like crying today, gotta pick a strong day for a good cry right?
And so thank you for posting justam, it was meant to be.
That was very cool, well until it kept going off track
Good memories though for me too.
One of the few things that my Dad and I really enjoyed together when i was a kid was this giant freakin' train set that we put together in the garage with the town and shit all around it. i don't really know what happened to it.
we probably moved and couldn't take it with us.
"To question your government is not unpatriotic --
to not question your government is unpatriotic."
-- Sen. Chuck Hagel