March 2003 (I just found this on an old pay stub of mine dated 03-28-2003, I use to write a lot of poetry, I would have to write it down as soon as it came to me or it would be lost. then I would put that papaer some place to be filed later and lose it. thats all the explanation there is for this. I have no idea what its about spacificly.)
Pain behind the eyes, a smile I fake.
Hiding behind a mask I make.
Holding back from letting go.
Hidding Pain and you don't know.
April 2003
Silent prayer like falling snow
settles in a waiting heart.
All is still , "Conform thy will, to God the Father and His Son."
This one was on a letter to a dear friend on his mission, whom I have since lost contact and connection with. I was trying to go on my mission and really working hard to be in tune with the spirit of God, and have faith that the things that were happening were for a purpose. that was a time in my life that it seemed like everytime I took one step forward, it was two steps back.
5 comments:
I do the same thing. Just HATE it when one decides to download itself into my brain when I am driving down the highway! (usually pull over and scribble... just waiting for the first Maine State Trooper to stop and offer assistance! "no, no problem sir, I just got blindsided by a falling poem and pulled over to capture it." LOL
I try to write the date on each one and when I happen upon them, I have a file folder "random poetry" that they get tossed in.
That first one has GOT to be a migraine...
You've been a busy blogger lately. It's good to have you back.
what happened to Stallicks?? and can you email me Amy's blog link? I lost it in a computer meltdown.
We are only as far from old friends as our memories are vivid. We are only as close to our old friends as our memories are to our hearts. Your poems always inspired me. Thank you.
SHAMWARI? Kamrin? Please reveal who you are. thank you for your comment. it was nice.
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