Promise me, my flesh you'll place 'neath a fledgling willow tree. And as it grows toward blue sky, It's in its grace you'll hear me cry. Laden with the heaviest fears, resembling, reflecting my darkest years.
A fragile bone was once my arm, so likened to the willows charm. It's branches delicate, could ne'er do harm. It's soft and fluffy hand like bud, encased in skin, the willow's wood.
Hold its hand at branches end. My message, a vibration, to you I'll send. Until the death of said willow tree, reminding you . . . . . . . . . . . always of me.
Poetry by Kaydee.
The tired and deathly willow tree with stories to tell of debutantes, swinging before entering ****.
The soles of my shoes are nothing more than skin and bone. The holes in my heart are filled with Something More than blood alone
Time is measured on a hundred million Watches Each in synchronous space Rights are driven forward by a hundred million Marches Anger painted our faces Love is given over to the lion Harmless Like lambs in guarded places
I am leaving for days gone by Priceless Time we shared You are leaving for nights alive Lifeless Days our hearts bare We are parting for a time Fight this For the end is near
This end is merely beginning Again Find hope in loss This beginning is merely an ending My friend For me weep not I'll be here waiting for you in time The end Is not the end of us.
You laugh Angels weep out of jealousy Devils have no single conspiracy Demons dancing in harmony Men hearts go broken with no remedy Women eyes tearing continuously Violins break out of envy terribly Composers have no more creativity Music plays with no melody Silence starts listening joyfully Happiness laughters left in agony Beautiful words describe nothing but misery Tulip flowers become colorless shamefully Believers lose their faith immediately Infidels drop their convictions instantly Hearts start beating rapidly Lungs oxygenating quickly Living ones laying listening carefully The dead come back miraculously
Weep no more my child I can see your eyes worn out with wailing Your heart bursting with argony And an exhaustion of hopelessness dwelling upon you
Weep no more my child For I knew upon my death You would be shattered within Floating in a river of unanswered questions Crashed by waves of regret and sorrow Looking for a way to make it all stop Perhaps hope to wake up And realize it was just another dreadful nightmare
Weep no more my child There is nothing more you could have done To stop the jaws of death From claiming my life For my time had come But I depart with overwhelming joy and satisfaction Knowing you were there up to the very end
Weep no more my child For I made sure you could stand on your own Am confident the strong person I've groomed you to be Can face the tides and storms of this world And the morals I've instilled in you Will see you through all things
Weep no more my child For you're not abondoned Even though they now consider you an orphan For through your character and every aspect of your life Am visible to those who can't see me And within your heart I'll forever live What a beautiful place to stay!
Weep no more my child In you am alive I feel my blood running through your veins My strength radiant in your muscles I see my courage in everything you do And in your reflection I see myself
So weep no more my child For am still here within your own self.
On flat bank’s where grass runt reeds grow waiting for rising tide, A lone Heron stealths silently while Gulls cry warning, and dive effortlessly in to a cold sea air. Pheonix Peanut and Pandora stranded on wet mud bank, wait for their chance to escape but it’s bonds that need to be severed in their quest for freedom. Estuary lights dim and flicker in the distance while closer to shore Mermaids sing on the breath of a storm. Beckoning sailors "come ride the waves" Siren songs of lost souls and shadows “Come with us” on this bursting sea. And they sing with a drowning charm as fishermen launch vessels under a shawl covered wife's watchful eye. And yesterdays widows weep, face rained bright from navigational lights. Ships bell ring in time with a rollicking sea, Pheonix Peanut and Pandora still await their escape but not this night. While the Heron has long fled this great swell. No cries now from gulls nor mothers hurrying their little ones to the safety of their coal fired warm homes. Just the rage of wave riding mermaids that will have their bounty the heart and souls from a fisherman life.
#Something I dotted down while sat under the brown Laugharne castle gazing out to sea.