A fleeting moment between wars
A feeling floating in the air that says
You are safe. You are free.
No worries for tomorrow
All sweetness and softness this thing called peace.
We need more of it
The storm moves on and takes its grey away.
Feet in the wet sand I stand and face the day
And slowly gently the morning sun caresses me
I take a deep breath and sigh and move on.
I am alive and that is enough.
Diamonds in the Sun
You are never coming back..
This I know to be true,
But I can walk with your memory beside me
And believe I am walking with you.
I will never hold you in my arms again...
This I know for a fact,
But I can feel you in my mind and soul,
Your fingers always on my back
And slowly, slowly I am slipping away...
From this world to yours I run.
A life of yearning becomes in death a joy,
Where pain yields to pleasure and tears are diamonds in the sun.
I saw your photograph today
And all the yearning filled my heart.
The tears began to fall and I could remember how it felt
To brush your lips with mine,
To press my face into your chest and run my fingers through your hair.
And all the days without you have been an eternity
And all the nights an agony.
I am not lonely. I am lost.
Come back......come back...
Look Back Love
I have no resistance.
Your power compels me
To follow you blindly
Wherever you go.
No free will have I love
To chart my own course.
My feet are chained to yours.
My ship rides your waves.
Day after day
I follow behind you.
Why is it you have never looked back?
Year after year
I trail in your footsteps.
Why have you never noticed the tracks?
But if in my life
You never notice me,
It makes no difference.
I follow you blindly
And can never see where I follow
Title: moving on
The challenge is to write a poem or prose about moving on.. from love to leaving job to past injustice.. how does it feel to make the decision to move forward and how do you feel after you realize you have actually moved on.
Did it change you? Are you sorry?
Was it easy?
TAG you work: Prompt and Moving On
I would like to start a site where anyone can go and see what other people in their same situation have done.
2. Post partum depression
3. Travel in France
5. Loss of a parent
7. Buying a house
And many more topics happy or sad. It is comforting to know you could see how someone else handles these situations and learn from them.
You could link to helpful sites by just typing in your topic
I guess google sort of does this but they tend to give fewer choices now that they are so commercial.
Isn't that what surfing the web is about anyway ?
An enormous pool of creativity
Floating freely in the universe
A spirit freed by suffering
Shining through dark eyes
Telling us of purple rain
And hot desire,
A life of pain.
How you touched our hearts
With your music and your
Goodnight our sweet Prince.
We will join you soon enough .
Baby you lived much too fast and died too soon.
We lose the equivalent of one entire medical school class to physician suicide every year.
Despite reductions in working hours for residents, huge numbers complain of post traumatic stress disorder by the time they finish.
Three out of four doctors have had suicidal thoughts in their careers.
One of my favorite doctors shot himself the day after he won a malpractice case against him. The stress ruined his love for life.
I Pray that we can all get behind our healthcare workers to keep them from this fate.
Be kind to others.
What we need is one voice
For love and kindness
Sharing and support
To build together a stronger fort.
A shelter strong
With warmth and air
A world that's safe as it is fair.
One voice to sing in joy
For all the beauty in the world
It's your voice, it's my voice
It's everyone I've ever heard.
I waited and no letter came,
but silence is its own reply,
An emptiness we can't deny.
I answer yours with tears.
I hear it through the years.
Silence is its own reply.
And still I wait.
When the melting summer turns to leaves of fall,
Do you miss me much or not at all?
Ahh I hear it now
wounds of love
Low down and the skin is breaking,
Tearing all your tender feelings,
Peeling back to show your aching,
Leaving open all your sorrows.
No tomorrows ever cover
wounds inflicted by a lover.
Now the face stares from your mirror
And the eyes like glass are shining,
"Lonely madness creeping nearer "
And without him life is
No tomorrows ever cover
wounds inflicted by a lover.
Once I knew you when you kissed me,
Now you touch me like an object,
And as time goes on I miss you
and the heart I let you borrow.
No tomorrow ever covers
Wounds inflicted by a lover
No tomorrow ever heals a wound of love.
One day far in your future
You will see a day without pain
As the best day of your life.
A new day begins, as yesterday's pain is still fresh.
We hurt just as much as yesterday despite the balm we have used to deaden it.
I need a muse, a mother, a lover, a brother, a friend or a family
to take this pain away.
Lend me your hand to pull me up from my abyss, sweet friend.
Grace, peace, love, joy..dawn
In the year 1971 the country was losing young men to the Vietnam war, to the tune of 75000 lives so far. I wrote the following poem at the age of 18 as my boyfriend was almost drafted. Glad I don't feel this way today, but I am sure some still do.
The Fourth of July
And all the Fireworks are bursting
In memory of bombs and burns
And all the screaming,
crying and dying
I am proud to be an American,
where freedom can be bought
can make it rich
if he is aggressive and br...
Independence , movies
Independence Day for sure would be my favorite!
We are always our best when fighting a common enemy and not each other.
We are bold, courageous and ingenious when it comes to preserving our great democratic experiment.
Survival is never dependent on just one person. It takes every single one of us contributing whatever we can to make this work. In the end of the movie the entire world is saved by sharing information with other countries.
On top of that we see Jeff Goldblum, Will Smith and Bill Pullman all in the same film.
Is this a great country or what?
I had a calling to be a doctor but put it off. My excuses were lack of money, no family support and fear of failure.
One day, while making rounds with some doctors as a pharmacist, I realized that I was not only capable of being a doctor but was guilty of procrastination. A little voice in my head said
"Anything less than your best is a wasted life".
It is now 34 Years since I graduated from medical school. The people I have helped along the way were my destiny. Some would not be alive today without me. We are all part of a plan, so run to your dreams and be what you know you were meant to be.
Fear is not an option. Just do it.
My son is like an owl....
In a good way.
He is patient and observant,
Wise beyond his years.
He is beautiful but unaware of it.
He sits quietly and surveys the world,
then takes what he needs and no more, returning to his place as before,
A young man destined to change the world through his solitary contemplation
Scientist, son, brother, friend
Loved by all who know him.
I knew a guy named Bruce who applied to medical school 6 years in a row. Each time they rejected him he asked what he could do to improve his chances. They he went out and did it.
He took a class over and got a higher grade. He volunteered in a doctors laboratory. On the sixth attempt they finally accepted him.
He was the friendliest guy in class. He knew all our names and our spouses too.
He married the prettiest girl in our class. He had a successful family medical practice for 30 years.
He wasn't handsome or the smartest guy in the class. He wasn't wealthy or Ivy League.
But he was a guy who never gave up.. on himself, his dreams or his patients.
Don't let anyone stop you from reac...
Weary of work, resting on a Friday night.
Wondering if tomorrow holds a promise of joy, sunshine and palm trees or just more of today's deluge.
Lordy, I thought the heavens had opened up with a flood of tears that made my own look tiny and insignificant this afternoon.
Or is this just the start of the great flood?
Noah... where are you?
Photo challenge: the party girls
I stand inside this crowd of needy people..
Hot bodies swinging to insane rhythms..
The sweat of human desire hanging heavily in the fog of that ancient flower ..
Tongues drenched in the flames of tequila...
I close my eyes as I hide in the stall beneath a naked bathroom bulb
and dream of a world of velvet couches, hot coffee and Chopin...
My head resting in the memory of your shoulder...
My fingers lingering in the memory of your hair ...
Beyond this harsh world into my dreams.
It has been 24 years since you passed away but I can still smell your Chanel#5.
I can hear the ringing of your dangling brass bell earrings and your sigh when you ruffled my hair.
I smell your spaghetti sauce made from scratch and taste your hint of tomato in the Beef Stroganoff .
If I close my eyes my head is in your lap and you are brushing my hair from my eyes.
I will always miss you and remember you,
"She knew the nuns
Would not approve..
She kissed him hard anyway..
To touch another human Being
To touch another human being...
all aching hearts at night are one
as in our clumsy beds we make our vain attempts
To touch another human being.
And mounds of rules and customs
cloud our minds and slap the hands that try
to touch another human being.
So we roll each on a side
and dream alone and in our dreams we're
touching other human beings
until we wake again to our aloneness.
To be in that place called Nirvana
Where we are loved, connected, comforted and fulfilled.
I have been there once.
I dream of being there again someday.
for a young woman dying...
This is the end
and all the painless years she piled up were washed away
tonight in tears.
If ever she was happy before
she will never be now.
So sorry that her harp was sour,
that the little bird could not fly,
that all her feathers flying down
could not a savior bring
and now she lies crushed and broken.
Little bird not meant to be.
Little bird who tried to sing
but failed to flee.
I will miss her so.
I think there are two parts to anyone's personality. The first is how you view yourself and the second is the impact all the people in your life have had on you.
You are born with an inherent way of acting . I was gregarious, quick to laugh and smile. There was not a shy bone in my body. I slept lightly and woke up cheerful. I was very trusting.
My life has been tumultuous at the least. The effects of all the people I have known has altered my nature. Every snub left me more wary of others, every rejection left me less trusting .
Yet here I am, trusting the people here on the letters app to give me the freedom to express myself.. and guess what?
You have all helped me to be...
I pause amid the rushing of the masses
To their lives and to their deaths
Alone within the part you call my soul.
I feel an incredible solitude, as if I am floating above them in a mist
Of fractured feelings.
I do not hear the groaning of the masses
Nor do I rush the same as they,
For I know each hour is followed by another
And hurrying yourself does not hurry the day.
When I was in college every standardized test form collected data on race. The choice was white, black, Native American or other.
I always checked other and wrote in the word "human".
I felt the best way we could all get along was to stop thinking about the color of our skin and start realizing we are all the same species.
The newest craze in finding our genetic heritage is very likely to improve our ability to see ourselves as "human" as we all find we are something of a " Heinz 57 " variety.
Let there be peace on earth
Feel Good Song
Every morning as I drift in to awareness I hear a song begin softly on my phone in the kitchen...
"Well it's been building up inside of me for oh, I don't know how long"
One leg over the edge of the bed...
"I don't know why but I keep thinking something's bound to go wrong """
Other leg dangling from the bed..
"But she looks in my eyes and makes me realize when she says"
Pushing off from the bed I do my rhythmic cha-cha to the kitchen...
"Don't worry baby- don't worry baby- everything will turn out all right- don't worry baby whoowhoo"
And over my hot coffee with my mind all fuzzy I stop worrying about the day..,.and thank The Beach Boys for washing my anxiety away.