My Poetic Perspective

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Category: sickness

Looking Beyond the Ceiling

Bright eyes still needing answers
Chasing meaning in these walls..

Sudden soul speaks finally
This Quickening heart I almost feel

Maybe it’s time to shed some tears
Maybe the clock knows I’ll bend my skin

So fragile here

So breakable and tender
This darkness keeps me there

As the stars pours and flows the floods of
Grief

Every sorrow
Before my soul they show their faces.

Like loosely time flies by, so quickly
Age grows

It never pauses to let you feel

Never let’s me savor the moments that
Prick my heart to listen

It reminds me I can never hold time to please me

All is fleeting, and heaven only knows those moments that you bring you to your knees

Are the moments that save you everytime.

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Reflection


This is one of the scenes that pop up in life that I love. It often goes unnoticed but when it comes I quietly and secretly hold its short lived gentle existence of lighted beauty…. Its like a poem waiting to be written. And I think I have written some while gazing. Then it fades with only the dimming of dusk filling the room. They are never recorded on paper. It’s only between the light and I. And during moments of being in bed because of fatigue, the shadow of dancing leaves, and light seeping in through the blinds on a certain hour of the day, pulls me away inviting my heart to lend itself to honest words; things my heart remembers or can’t help to remember. I try to watch it as long as I can… relishing the color of orange light, enjoying the artistic presence as the dimming day introduces itself once again to the quiet night hours. I’ll greet it again and I know that special quiet will write a memory or reflection of thoughts only I have known and felt. Again, I will have known myself a little bit more, to be in the barely lit room vulnerable to no one but God who speaks so gently through these moments.

Just Say, There are more Days

Long tears fall

we are all fragile today

as my heart refuses to rest

 

I go on, grasping strength

 

evidence of true love speaks

in the night’s quiet resolve

when finally the mind is alone

when the heart could hear my thoughts

 

the world does not pause

no life slows to help me keep up

 

something is missing from the air I breathe

as Minutes say goodbye too fast like miles of years passing

Under the breeze of heaven’s whisper

 

Just say, there are more days

 

make up for what was lost

Theres so much to say

Its Not Over Yet

No remedy for time

not even these eyes

that spill out sorrows

as pleading to halt this disease

 

All in a moments resign, nothing is more important

than to see life sing again

 

beyond fears

beyond these things that cause so much pain

 

we wonder

where is the relief

 

come settle me down, settle me here sweet God of mine

all the earth is weeping

Wanting to bring back laughing scenes

 

Don’t farewell

give it time

hope needs to revive me awake

 

to bear this up, bear this life

it’s not over yet