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chase Dragon tales,
blow Dandelion heads
and pretend
that he's just slipped into
another room,
where soon
she too
will enter there
and find him
sitting on a chair,
with that look on his face
to remind her
there's really no place
that doesn't contain
each breath, taken
from his heart's beat
Even when Dandelion heads
are severed;
every Dragon tale consumed
and Daisies no longer dance.
34 comments:
romance at its best!
This has a sadness to it Sarah, but a sweetness too. I like that.
Kat
Fabulous as always - thank you !
beauty brimming over. the whole imagery is captivating and the tone...it made me weepy.
Heyy SarahA
The overwhelming recurrence of this theme of loosing some one, forever, maybe; has got me thinking. There are some people I have lost, forever too.
I like the way how you pen your emotions here, in the most careful of manners. Keeping a subtle tone throughout, choosing very wisely, not to go overboard with the emotional rants as some females in India choose to do.
I like reading you. Take Care.
Aditya.
Saraha, I firmly believe it to be a truth that we'll once again slip into another 'room' and see the ones we love that have gone before us. This is a beautiful, melancholy, bittersweet, and uplifting poem. I feel hope between the words. And I believe those we love can see us, too. I just have to believe this.
My Aunt Mace (who raised me) comes to me in my dreams ever so often and she's as real as she ever was. (She died 15 years ago). My youngest daughter named her little girl Mary Mace after that aunt and a few weeks after Mary Mace's birth, Aunt Mace came to me in a dream, held the baby and told me how proud and happy she was to have my granddaughter named after her. I woke up and knew for certain that she was aware of Mary Mace's birth.
Yes, they're just over in "The Next Room" waiting for when it's time for us to meet them once again. Love & Blessings, dear poet-friend...
I was thinking about dancing and floating in my post today too. You said it beautifully, as you always do!
Oh my, this is beautifully written!
Ah...how true. soft soughing beautiful words.
You may find him sitting on a chair, or sitting on a park bench, or in the air, or anywhere.
The last lines just had me. You have great simplicity to all your poems.
You seldom take refuge to complex words and that's what makes them so believable. The words seem perfect to show that emotion, for that time, that moment, for that person.
I am a very simple Woman!
Thank you everyone, for being patient with me. I am no good with emotions. They tend to eat me up inside and this is my only release. Writing/scribbling.
I will write something 'happy' soon. I will write about hearts and flowers and the smell of chocolate and freshly cut grass and the Moon and the Sea and Silver and Coffee and Egyptian cotton sheets and Tattoos.
I will.
Dandelions persevere as does love.
This was mesmerizing! Lovely as always!
Blow, Sweet Saraha, upon the dandelion. Think of the seeds you'll spread. Beautiful write, again. ~rick
Keep writing what is in your heart Dear one, it is needed to heal, we need to read whatever your heart speaks,
This is truly passionate, TRUE LOVE
WONDERFUL.
a lovely and loving tribute... gorgeous images and a tender mood
Then let's believe. There is so much power in belief. Perhaps it can't bend events but it can change a great deal. I'm sorry, I'm desperate to give you healing. I'm grasping.
Your poem is beautiufl. You write what you need to write. It's your truth. We're hungry for all you offer us.
xo
erin
That wonderful room in your heart. Keep dancing with daisies x
:)
"Of love everlasting and other sad dreams..."
(words stolen from my Dandelion-crush)
So this is what I came up with.....
'HEARTS Beating'
THE SMELL OF
FRESHLY CUT GRASS
fills my thinking space.
as I eat CHOCOLATE
and gaze
at the MOON
casting
SILVER shadows
over the SEA
and
I think of
thee
Then of me,
drinking COFFEE
between EGYPTIAN COTTEN SHEETS
while you,
instead
drink my DAISY TATTOOS
And spiders await
their fate.
SarahA
I liked both of 'em. The one you deleted and the one you didn't. :)
But come on. Us writers would run out of "happy" topics if you fill one up with everything. Don't expose us like that. ;)
This is sad! This is beautiful! I love the way it dangles between the two! Great writing here!!!
SarahA ~ soooooo beautiful ~ very emotional ~ MCJ ~
"each breath taken from his hearts beat." So lovely. I am too independent to love like this...to be all consumed, to be completely one. I do not trust enough to ever let this closely in, never one to say or feel as if I can't live without another. But I envy this kind of attachment. I can see it. I cannot feel it.
You write whatever comes to you, whatever you need to write, sad or happy. Your words come from the depths of your soul,and this is why, Saraha, I love, love, love to read you!
I also relate to everything that you do write.
And, loved the poem you wrote in the comment section. :)
this is beautiful - rich.
ah the dandelion, the flower so often called a weed... I've got a post from a while ago on these same misunderstood flower... check it out:
http://waxinggrasshopper.blogspot.com/2008/06/whats-flower.html
and thanks for this poem... it's lovely, as is all your writing.
The next room, does seem so very close, sometimes. Lovely imagery. -J
I love them both, the second one very powerful with sadness shown in your heart.
Daisies are simple, pure and beautiful like this love you show, the petals will always say. HE LOVES ME, I love THEE
"there's really no place
that doesn't contain
each breath, taken
from his heart's beat"
You capture the essence of love and longing... no matter where we turn, love lives forever in our hearts and minds.... Wonderful paining with poetry. Love and Light, Nina P
You weave magic with words.....your insights are awesome
Bravo! my girl, such magical realism!
Great going! Keep it up!
I love this kind of fancy and detail in a poem. The music created by your use of all those flowers beginning with the letter "d". The sound creating the sense.
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