Keep It Simple and Serene Every Second ~ NM 07/29/20
2020 was one heck of a year for many people. I lost Cleo, the second of two cats who’d been my companions for the last sixteen years of life. She had to be euthanized due to disease and old age.
However, as Cleo left my life, Poe entered in. Poe is my new cat, named after the great American poet, Edgar Allen Poe.
Like his namesake, Poe’s early life has been marred by grievous tragedy. His mother was killed by a car, and the other cats on my aunt’s farm were very unkind to him. I intend to give Poe a good and decent life from now on, as free from tragedy as I may provide. Poe, we are each other’s silver linings in an era of deep sorrow. You are the kiss of life in my hour of strife, O Poe Dearest <3
As my cheeks turn wet I feel guilty For allowing myself To feel sadness Over something That shouldn’t have power Over me But it feels good To release These emotions While I have them Because I know There will come a day When I will hear your name And not feel a thing
Her heart aches from the thorn of loneliness. She believes her only cure is the Silver Lining. So She searches for it in the hearts of men. Others see her search as strange and pointless, but that doesn't hinder her efforts. Year after year, she hunts and looks, to no avail. As the fear of emptiness slowly consumes her, she reminds herself of what her silver lining has to offer her. So she brushes off and continues her search.
My woman of the moonlight wanted me to write a poem about her love life and after about a month, this is the final result
I've spilled your name and my feelings on fallen lashes and wishbones. I've read 1950s love letters and wondered if we would've had exchanged some had we lived that time. I've stayed up late in air-conditioned rooms; a ****** for midnight voice between your broken smiles.
But boy, this isn't a confession of how enchanted I am of you. This is just me realizing that somehow, you can make a dismal world look a little less messed up; god, you're beautiful for it.
This is just me realizing that I can stay with you for all the reasons they left you for.
This is just me realizing that I can fall for you, so, so deep, if allow myself. and feel like I was falling to the clouds. Boy, this isn't love, but somehow, it's so much more.
This is a saving grace wrapped in chipped nails and stories that make you feel more human. This is a silver lining. This is chance. This is light, This is hope for damaged people like us.
Beneath the embrace of our hands, ran a silver lining; We walked along it, purposefully. A gloomy late afternoon, a half-lit street; We passed by dainty shops that seemed strangely uninteresting. The dying afterglow of a summer spent together in New York, summed up in a nervous kiss and a flurry of downward glances — you’re leaving.
I again visited my garden of despair Watered with tears of woes and neglect And now that the pond of bliss is arid I once again asked myself What flowers can thrive on these barrens? Then I glanced at the blossoms of withered memories Scattered as wreckage from a landslide The bushes of harrowing pain I found Arranged in a line of endless thorny shrubs Decayed trees bearing the fruit of deceit Still cast a shadow of contorted lies I then trod as lightly and slowly as I could Then plucked a fruit from a rotten tree and got its seeds And with a chalky smile I hummed a quiet tune Even in the death of my garden I saw the promises of healing As I walked past the rusty trellises and tarnished fences I welcomed my sanguine memories of perfect and scented blooms Visions of sun-drenched leaves greeted my anguish with a sliver of silver lining It doesn’t matter if my garden left me with nothing What now matters most is here in my hands are seeds of hope
How can i find the silver lining when there's no cloud It's all rainbow and sunshine and we're singing out loud. Quickly i try to find a tunnel to walk, hoping to find the light at the end is it just so happens that my luck, found me a tunnel which never seems to end. Was i wrong to thought it was a chains of events in serendipity, Or to hope this happiness to last beyond the infinity? It's like starting fire in the rain, hoping to find a warm comfort, Instead what i got is pain, and the rain won't wash away the pain suffered.