by anyavnclv 6 Replies latest social entertainment
Purple clouds dance across a darkened night sky, Hiding away the moons bright showering light,
Stealing away The joy that dissipates our pain, Bringing forth rain that seems so like our tears,
Forming endless rivers of past drowned out dreams, Leaving us to face our cold and hard reality . . .
That all of our wondrous dreams were stolen swiftly by a dismal night sky watching over us while we sleep
Leaving us with nightmares and blood stained hands that came from all of the broken hearts we see
Hi Anya,
I enjoyed reading your prose. Thank you very much for your contribution.
It seems that emotional pain increases the need for us to "let go".
We each do it in different ways, but it comes out and it helps us when we can release.
There are times when I can write and the words just flow from me without effort.
In those times, I'm taken to another place and I feel elevated above my suffering.
I believe that art is much like that as well. I can see the emotion in art. I can feel it in poetry.
Love and Light,
Sentinel/Karen
Here is another one!! I actually rewrote this one and I think it sounds better but I do not have it with me so here is this one and the new one will come later ;o)
You are the one that makes me smile your the light that makes my path bright so much you give I dont think you see you are nearly perfect in my mind just like fresh snow come winter time
Just as the gorgeous leaves that Autumn brings in many so many wonderfully painted shades exactly like you with all the wonders you share at the most perfect time you let your colors show and somehow I know then that you really do care
Like warm Summers breeze & Sunset at the Beach that's the warm feeling that you have given to me Your always there right when it matters the most to talk me through pain that might be present at time you will never know how much hurt you take away
Like beautiful flowers that come in spring that's precisely what you are to me youve made me laugh you've made me cry and all for good reason these things you did you are so wonderful you're my best friend
Made me feel, made me think. Sign of a good poem.
Just a quick question on the first poem . . .
How about "of blood stained hands" instead of "and blood stained hands"?
What do you guys think? I kinda like both. So you all let me know which you think sounds better ;o)
Thanks jgnat for you suggestion ;o)
Hi Anya,
Well, since you asked an opinion, I prefer "of blood stained hands".
Sometimes I go back and change mine a bit too.
I had such a large collection of prose, poems and writings from my youth, and in a "fit of depressive anger", I through them away more than twenty years ago.
I so regret that. I was young and stupid. Make certain you give a copy of your works to a friend who will keep them for you, no matter what.
We artists can be quite temperamental at times.
Sentinel
I lost about 50 poems that I had saved on a disk because my grandmother was mad at me and she aparently either threw it away or still hs it and just does not want to give me the satisfaction of having it :o( Oh well I started off writing again anyways so she didnt stop me!!!
