Here at the end of all things
humbled in the gods sight,
morning creeps over Azimuth
eternities of black vanish
A Dreamweavers heart,
muniments a galaxy of memory
Looking back knowing,
glories of stars
are now bereft
of times eternal gaze
Wondering hands stretched,
defeated fingertips weep
Like a Mockingjay in the rain
mimicking storms of torture,
moans reverberate empty rooms
whispering lips weary of prayer
Stillness falls on the mouth of hope,
peace rests gently on the tongue
Stardust-ed eyes clear, pain
ripples the surface of stillness
echoing replies of mourning
repeated tributes of life
But surrender only waves once,
disillusionment killed the breeze
Yet, Hands laying shrouds still,
moving toward a vapid pulse,
feeling the flames of hope
vibrating deep veins wall
Regathering the skirts of life,
leaping destiny, I find release
And run free ...
Comments
Ah..what can I say Jayne?
Ah..what can I say Jayne? nothing but within me your words resonate and eyes moisten...stay brave dearest....weather this storm...
much love and warm hugs reach out to you...
Raj
You don't have to say anything that your here is enough
Much love and big hugs Jayne xox
Damn!
About to give a good review and my arm has gone numb........shall return
Hi Bro
I look forward to your return hope alls well with you and yours
Much love Jayne xox
how i always wished
i could compose poetry like this
ur wonderful all know it .....
lovedly
You can you've proved you can, head down ass up is the only way ;-)
Love Jayne xox
Jayne
Your imagination at the end times and the writing is excellent, but one thing "young" lady you have years of writing yet, and you will be read much more than you are today.
There are many roads that are stretching out before you just in the writing way, stories to be told, rhymes to kindle.
Now all you need to do is consolidate your train of thinking and write the things that many others will want to read, the children will watch over your pen.
There are stories we need from you about life and in both poetic ways and just simple stories.
These poems you put here are a fringe of your capability.
Can you put out a short story as a Blog for us to see how the pen works..
Take care little one there is a long road ahead and it is better than the one you have travelled.
Yours as always Ian & the Children xxx
Hey D
None of us know our time unless of course its the state giving a death sentence, I've got many words left in me but its the body that fails me not the mind its getting the energy thats the problem,, I have four novels finished not ready to publish but I may share some of that here most of its semi autobiographical so yeah you may enjoy it lol who knows
Its 6 am I'm going to try and get a couple of hours before the insanity begins
All my love Jayne xox
"muniments" lol
Been taking a vocabulary course I see lol. The imagery here is stunning. And it has purpose as opposed to just being thrown in for the fun of it. And freedom can be perceived as either relief from pain or the release of leaving it behind. You stated as much a lot better than I. I found a few places where I'd have stated things differently but differently is not the same as better.........stan
Hey Bro
I've used muniment for years I have three or four poems where that words is used ... I've a few obscure words I use when they fit the theme well, there was a purpose and a kind of message in this one...its soothes my soul to release these words I've bottled up for months nearly years ... I am very happy you liked it chuffed would be the best word for it lol big smile
Love always Sis xox
Jayne
you see, everyone here are already echoing my sentiments each time I read your poems. Even I wished I could write like you but a man who doesn't know his limits is just an arrogant fool and that is not what I am. Take care. Keep on writing. Keep on inspiring.
I don't wish for the diamonds in the sky anymore,
I already have one here shining by my side.
She shared her essence in grand poetry
with vivid imagery coming alive in the stage of my mind
With every move she made,
she left behind the traces of glory
of a passion which burns
like the morning star
O weaver of tales,
I can only admire you from afar
for I am nothing compared to you,
still you blessed me with your presence
and for that I am ever grateful
Alid
Alid
If I ever have a fan club I think you maybe one of my most dedicated readers and for that I am eternally grateful for your continued visits and the wonderful comments slash poems make my day ... I hope you enjoy the next one I'm about to post as much ... I just need to edit before I post but I am going to visit some friends here before I do that ... you being one of those big smiles and a huge hug of thanks again
Love and hugs my loyal friend Jayne xox