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patricia-sky-bellefleur
patricia-sky-bellefleur
68/F/British Columbia Canada Lifelong writer,grandmother,elder,traveler,cook!
i love it coming in coming in deep into the darkest places if we must into the tender heart of pain i love to touch the new grass of your trust i sit here at the edge and wait if you will let me i will water **** and rest beside your rippled pond beside your mirror within this trembling place where trust is born ive got the time ive got the heart ive got the love please take a chance allow me in i will be gentle Sky
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Aug 9, 2018
Aug 9, 2018 at 12:58 PM UTC
in deep
gathering me adopting me edging toward me holding me up inspiring me tripping me one day covering me and yes you are the bones of this earth friends of creation holding up the planet sky
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Aug 3, 2018
Aug 3, 2018 at 11:50 AM UTC
stones
may this be said that i have lived and wept and laughed and birthed five souls into this world may this be said i love and cherish them each one of three Grand children writing large upon their life may this be said i love them deep i love them well i write upon them deep indelible i hope with ink of life and tears and most of all of love yes deep i do Sky Sky
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Jul 23, 2018
Jul 23, 2018 at 3:20 PM UTC
may this be said
ocean endless horizon energy of other rhythms ancient other way of reckoning a different clock nature world nature cycle drumming in the earth a music pure and deep and so the ebb and flow of all my life has tuned itself again to sand and tides i am content to chart the currents of this journey with my eye to gull and cloud my footprints on the water's edge so fleeting writ a lesson for my ego a humbling chiding nudge that i am but a laughing grain upon this beach of life Sky
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Jul 23, 2018
Jul 23, 2018 at 3:14 PM UTC
thanks to
so let me write of joy and brush away the darkness webs of clinging black remorse whispers from regretful past and fallen lost reminders dreams gone pale and lifeless hopes forgotten promises and weeping prostrate on the sand allow the shirring tide to cleanse away and leave the shimmering truth each day i may renew if i have courage the promise of my life my sparkling mind and towering spirit my silver sharp instrument in timeless power given freely to us all i must remember joy it is in truth the finest gift and flows like fountains through my deepest being i am alive and i am loved all else is excess and i am blessed to glimpse it Sky
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Jul 23, 2018
Jul 23, 2018 at 2:57 PM UTC
of joy of truth
time rolling through abandoned station fallen to disuse oaken benches falling into dust settling into crouching repose where once held rows of bodies gathered on their way to somewhere else bright eyed from travel's promise other rooms other smiles other embraces i remember midnight station February winds on bare legs seven years old and never travelled far not with stranger named mother not since babyhood abandoned in the crying crib lonely crib bars of shiny steel stranger now grandfather lies cold unmoving once warm cheek hard and cold and waxy no smiles for me or anyone lying still and formal in a room of legs and shoes she slipped me out and to the station wearing my funeral best my pretty shiny shoes my lovely curls a stranger stole me fast away from life and love and princesshood to hot and livid hell among other strangers made me a writer in self defence i forgive you you gave me New Orleans as you gave me life and took away the other one Sky
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Jul 23, 2018
Jul 23, 2018 at 2:39 PM UTC
hollow rings the ruined heart
remember clean gulls pierce with cries ancient stones journey relentless to a future life as sand wind strips thought let go wave music wave rhythm ebb and flow of life marching to horizon always motion never still huge logs once trees now silver in salt air polished rough holding back shore standing up to ocean grasses cling whipped by wind I sit sifting all sun slides without apology sky to horizon if I wait wind combs my hair cleanses my heart sky
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Jul 5, 2018
Jul 5, 2018 at 12:18 PM UTC
wind at ocean
words escape me to whom words are life's blood I cannot understand cruelty I cannot understand blithe indifference to suffering especially of the innocent I cannot accept it as business as usual only in a holocaust does it have any explanation never justified mourned as I do now golden fixtures cannot shield the guilt bloated wallets lose the tether to humanity I assume how sad how disgusting I will not speak of it it is shameful it is embarrassing it stalks my rest my conscience weeps it renders me silent with disdain I am silent
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Jul 5, 2018
Jul 5, 2018 at 12:01 PM UTC
dismayed
you do not know me i stand aloof the sea of life swirls round me i do not speak i wish to speak its true but all thoughts flow inward absorbed and stored i do not know the form to flow them out again from time to time i am struck by a random object an accusation a missile aimed in passion an idea a plea they are all as one to me i am what i am without intention i stand mute and deflect what i cannot hold and yet i have untold power why? because i stand and do not bend do not judge do not wonder do not mock and am not swayed by prayers i love only the sun which warms and the rain which cleanses tears do not move me it is easier this way i like the wind music is pleasant quiet is peaceful life is good sky
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Jun 23, 2018
Jun 23, 2018 at 11:58 AM UTC
from the goalpost
tell me when you need the hand the voice of me the inner seed tell me when your grip is weak and you are slipping down whisper that you need my truth the one I bounce off other walls the one I sing in darkened rooms the web I weave to hold your slide and I will hurry to your side you know I will as I abide Sky
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May 24, 2018
May 24, 2018 at 5:28 PM UTC
and I will go