Value each day
Each moment
Each breath
For one day
The last dawn will rise
All the moments will have passed
And your breath will be no more.
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Breath of Life
Invisible flickering flame
Into our core is breathed
Birthing physical form
Bound to this earthly realm
But creating life for eternity
Sweet angels would sing
Heavenly choir rejoice
All emptiness filled
When creation perfects
Glorious souls for company
Today I become the mother of a teenager!
Theme Update
Omigosh, I started playing around with themes, and now my old theme is gone! And I can’t get it back. So Passion Through Poetry, in anticipation of its third birthday, has a new theme. Thank you for reading my poetry, and all your wonderful friendships.
Brick Wall
Holding out my arms, holding out for love, holding out for you, for sweet promises, for romance, intimacy, kisses and touch. But there is nothing. A solid, impenetrable, brick wall.
Rose Buds
Beauty for a day,
Promises for tomorrow –
Captured in the bud.
where are you?
every moment I shared with you is etched into my memory and soul, piercing my heart for I know that somewhere in this world you are still alive but not with me.
Souls
Somewhere in this world there is a soul connected to mine, surrounded by those that left a long time ago, wrapped in memories, and faces of those haunting my dreams, reminding me of their voice and presence, comforting me when I am most alone.
Long Days
Days stretch long like an
Ocean spanning into the
Distant horizon
Graceful
My firstborn was a boy. And I knew it. From the way he fed, and the way he cried. He would pull at my breasts, yank and tug, because he was a boy and he was Hungry. When my daughter came along, she was the most graceful little thing. Her hands and fingers were so dainty, and when it was time to feed she was so polite. Very soft and graceful. At night she would just softly murmur if she wanted to feed. Instead of yelling the house down and waking up the whole neighborhood. I would lift her from the cot beside my bed and we would lie together. Her hands still have a beautiful gracefulness about them. Sometimes I plead with her, please brush my hair and if she is feeling generous she will softly brush my hair and braid or tie it up. It is a magical feeling for me – the touch of her gentle delicate hands.
