anonymouswasawoman

Jun 2014

Andrew Durst

Your eyes
are dark and
dull...

I could've
sworn they
were bright blue
when we
first
met.

Time has this ability.

anonymouswasawoman Jun 2014

I may not be Walt Whitman or William Wordsworth or Robert Frost. But I am human and just as Whitman and Wordsworth and Frost wrote, so too can I write.

So too can I share with strangers words that express my humanness because even if I'm not famous, I feel, I see, I hear, I simply exist.

Isn't that what poetry does?
Reminds us that we all experience this world similarly,
We all grieve,
We all seek,
We all love,
We all want,
We all cry,
We all wonder,
We all simply exist.

And that is enough for me to write, for you to write, and even if we don't get recognition,
It's about conveying this notion of existing.

Simply write.

#poetry #think #human #poets #exist #feel #write #express #existance #frost #whitman #wordsworth #justwrite #humaness

anonymouswasawoman Jun 2014

Step by Step

I'm going to take it one step at a time
Because I'm not going to pretend like I have it all figured out.
In fact, I'm filled with doubt
As to what the future holds
Because I'm tired of listening to what I am told .
Not because I'm rebellious but because like me, they don't know.

You know when you're in the middle of the present and future, and you don't feel like you're going anywhere and people try to tell you what to do? I just know it will all work out in the end, sometimes all we have o do is wait.

#future #confused #step #doubtful #babysteps #itsgoingtobeok

anonymouswasawoman Jun 2014

To a Distant Soul

I write to a distant soul,
Someone I may or may not know.
On this day,
I want to tell you
I will wait till the time is right,
Till by Divine Right,
We finally find love at each other's side.

#love #soul #waiting #distant #worththewait

Jun 2014

Hayleigh

Expectations

There's a noose around your neck,
where you've hung your expectations
Too high.

Jun 2014

Tate Morgan

My Friend

He falters now where once trod firm
I helped him whenever I could
Here was he, whose favor I'd sought
frail body where the man once stood

My spirit soared and loves him still
he had heard my heart’s lonesome cries
When I was the child of few years
while he a man grown old and wise

His was the soul I based mine on
the kind spirit who loved me most
Strength of purpose flowed from his mind
now stands this vision like a ghost

I bear witness as time runs out
where once I advanced in his sight
Both by favor and through merit
his eyes beheld my future bright

In time may we all find our place
helping others achieve their dream
While I could only hope to be
held by someone in such esteem

He's lost none of his true spirit
that still holds to my heart so dear
I will follow where this heart leads
every day of every year

Tate

The original with music and video of Georges wedding from 1957 in 8mm is here
http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/aristate/644192

Some of us have had the pleasure of meeting a gold soul.And thankfully never forgot it .
I wrote this for my friend George whose heart led my soul through life when I needed him most. Would that I could grant him a few of my own years.
George suffered a stroke 10/25/12 and all was touch and go. Though he has recovered I feel the hand of time on my shoulder. Reminding me that life is precious! What is the value of a man? To me George is the greatest man I ever knew. It has become quite evident that I will have to face this pending loss. I hope I can do this with the dignity befitting this great man. From this once wandered man to be I would just say. "No one was ever more loved than he is by me."
"Thank you George."

#familyfriends