Poems...

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    Apologies - somehow I have posted a comment on the poem page that doesn't belong here - the website went awry !

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    This thread is fantastic, so many amazing and powerful pieces. Thanks for starting it Val.

    I'm an artist and musician but all my inspiration and joy in anything creative just deserted me after Claire died. The one thing I could still do was write poetry, it helped SO much, and still does. Reading other people's words here is really affirming. So much courage, it is really inspiring.

    Eryn x

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    Precisely so, Limbo xx

    I would rather feel pain than nothing at all.

    It lets me know I am alive.

    One day I will know it, without the pain perhaps.

    Till then wrap your barbs around me, Lover.

    And we shall dance again.

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    I wrote this poem and many more for my darling Tony. He left me on the 14th of April 2020

    He had a Glioblastoma grade 4 brain tumour.  I love and miss him beyond words.

               

    Gentle Dove

     

    Take my love on gentle wings

    Fly high up in the sky

    Dove of Peace and dove of Love

    Together flying high

    Take my love to someone who

    Is waiting there for me

    Touch his heart with gentle wings

    The way that he touched me.

     

                                           © Margaret 

                                                             

  • Margaret,

    Your poem is just full of love which I love!

    So sorry to hear of your loss.  Its relatively early days for you, so,  hope you taking care if yourself. 

    I found this creative output very healing and hope it does the same for you. Look forward to hearing from you again soon.

    With lots of love,

    Dutsie x

  • Thought I'd contribute.

    Long, dark nights, lonely hours, my fingers stretch towards your photo

    lying on the pillow next to me, a security blanket providing no warmth

    instead, flimsy paper, flat, crumpled and worn, offer cold solace

    like the candles that burn every Thursday, that branded day of the week

    hoping against hope, against all despair, that my love that ignites this flame

    will somehow be the fuel that will breathe you back to life, that will lead you back to me.

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    Former Member in reply to Dutsie

    Thank you for your kind words Dutsie x

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    Former Member in reply to Former Member

    limbo, lovely words, I find it very hard to look at photos, makes me want him more. x

  • Thanks for the poem Limbo. You got me thinking and I started to scribble again last night...its been a while since I have written anything x