|Between WorldsPage 13 of 15 (1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15)|
|Betwixt the worlds of here and now|
Lies a dusty old book in a turret
And a worn old sofa and tea and toast
Life's not always cosy tho urrit? (I made that up just for you ;)
Through frozen fingers those leaves were turned
And through wintery months young love so burned
And London was absentee's haven it seemed
As a young at heart woman pursued all her dreams
So ya better get better soon woman because I might have missed you in Ont but I got another darn wedding coming up in BC!
[shove those books off the sofa....grab the toast and I'll bring the REAL butter and some nice tea to have by the fire]
Spring's coming on here. The worlds are coming alive again (and me with them). Might drop the odd musing or moment in here to share with you.
Al (your pal) has plastered the news you arent on your feet from one end of the internet universe to the other. So I'm guessing a few more people might leave the odd musing around the place for you to read (at your leisure) as well.
Posted: 9/10/2008 6:15:33 AM
|Furry grumbles from under my feet|
Remind me I should be 'not here'
The click of toenails against a naked wall
As she stretches full length
Twitches a little
Dreaming of chasing magpies nae doobt
Then at full length
Smiles broadly and
Falls straight back to sleep
A dogs life?
Round here you bet!
Posted: 9/10/2008 6:27:51 AM
|And one for you girl.....|
I dreamed a dream
And from the wilting rhythms of life
I knitted it into a thread bare jacket
A cramped and cluttered bedsit
A bohemian ne'er know well
I greeted Oxford with a smile
Light pouring from my eyes
As I explored life anew
With a different view
And I found
And I found myself
Among the dusty book jackets
And left over toast crumbs scattered there
And gazing through a frosty pane
I viewed the magic laid before me
Of unfathomable depths
And spaces beyond the outer reaches
Of insular gallaxies
Knowing somehow it was all there
But never within my reach
Until that one day
Holding up my dream
To a new born light
I saw it (and me) so clearly
And in that moment
A star was born
And it watches over me
Posted: 9/10/2008 7:00:43 AM
|Hey CDN!...get well soon...this isn't really poetic, just something I thought I'd drop off here...hope you get a chuckle or two!|
Take care and Godbless!
I had this song,
stuck in my head,
all night long...
Raindrops keep fallin on my head!
over and over it played,
when suddenly a nudge,
and then a smack
woke me from the lyrics
and I heard a voice speak!
"that's not a song ya dimwit!!"
"The roof is leaking!
git yer a*s up and fix it!"
Whew! That was the second dream!
Thank G*d I'm a single
Posted: 9/10/2008 4:56:24 PM
|I hear the words....... sometimes|
etched into the playful breeze
reflections in a raindrop
kalaidescoping.. bring release
sound of snowflakes drifting
the colours of pure white
music of the silence
offers me delight
Posted: 9/10/2008 5:26:17 PM
|Was going to buy you a hallmark card|
but figured that'd just make things worse....
Well now who am I supposed to dance with?
You knows I lubs ya My Dear, Take Care and Hope to see you back....
Maybe even on some of that high tech medication too huh?, truly be inn-bbetweeen worlds
Posted: 9/11/2008 1:07:02 PM
|The window’s view pales|
grey stroked a new
the rain won’t clean
what can’t be seen
but the mind empowered
from within lifts the pane
to see brighter days
while birds sing sweetly on the other side
inch by inch it will in tendment rise
till the nectar of life claims once again
strength and courage of what remains
then by the breeze that dances
upon your shoulders unswerving
feel the thoughts that hand by hand
succor your inner stand
the sun shall shine pro re na ta
as you vindicate its glory
a chapter opened to write
the iron will to life’s etched story
Posted: 9/11/2008 5:36:25 PM
| Hi darlin' friend just a quick note|
to let you know thoughts of you bounce
all over the world from morning to night
hoping all is well in your world
that you feel peace and contentment
no sorrow or tears
rise as a phoenix in
good health & peace deep
Posted: 9/13/2008 2:51:47 PM
|Get well soon Cdn x |
When You’re Gone
We miss you when you’re not with us.
We miss the sparkling light that you give us.
And when you’re unwell and not up to being yourself
And your light goes missing from our world of words
Know that though sometimes alone you be
Across vast oceans and near we feel
For you with thoughts to heal and mend
So please get well soon dear Cdn.
|God Heal You|
Posted: 9/13/2008 11:05:13 PM
|God heal you of your grief and pain,|
Make you well and whole again.
May He be with you each step of the way,
See you through each moment of the day.
God give you strength and give you hope,
Give you the will to strive and cope.
Uphold you in His Love and Care,
Be with you everywhere.
May good health fully return to you,
May your world be filled with joy and butterflies too.
There's something special in His Creations,
Which He shares with people from all nations.
|God Heal You|
Posted: 9/13/2008 11:06:58 PM
|Get well cdnreader. God Bless you. Hugs from tranquilrose|
Posted: 9/14/2008 10:52:59 PM
|May solitude wrap you like a warm woolen blanket, heavy only at the edges.|
Posted: 9/15/2008 3:10:36 AM
|I pray for you....keep your head up, darlin....much love, ash|
Posted: 9/15/2008 4:22:23 PM
boot time you got oot n' a boat
Posted: 9/15/2008 5:06:30 PM
Posted: 9/20/2008 4:46:50 AM
Here is a community of poets
and just, well, plain ordinary folk
--the needy, the generous,
the witty, the tongue-tied,
some who have done honour
to the lives they inherited, some
who still hope to do so, and all
are wishing you well!
Posted: 9/20/2008 5:38:32 PM
|Donna, sorry to hear about your health. I'm hoping you'll be feeling better soon. Wishes are powerful, so I add my wish to all the others who wish you health, and healing....|
Posted: 9/20/2008 5:55:15 PM
|unknown to me|
and i to you
still see on my thread
you need some support right now
now flying northward
know the struggle
the dull thunder
rolling thru each blood vessal
hanging onto the last threads
the glacial timing of healing
but it eventually does Donna
slowly, glumly in consort with
the noncompliant body
no match for your will sweetie
just remember that
you are the bronze gong
reverberating and echoing
thru the numbness now enforced
do you hear your own voice
always one of power and strength?
hear yourself now Donna
through the grey screen of this illness
see yourself in living color once again
a sun bursting forth finally from the clouds
the whole sky a crystalline shower
reflecting health and happiness
eradicating the solid metal of illness
this i wish for you Donna
soon may you remember
only our love and concern
these light lines of rosy hue
in which you can dip your finger
and trace the loving wishes slowly
as if nothing else matters
that drowned out the
Posted: 9/20/2008 6:21:43 PM
|Donna i have never had the pleasure of corresponding with you..........i do however enjoy your writing tremendously...............please do get well soon.............i see here you have many well wisher's....................who love you very much...........God Bless|
and heal you.........................please know.......you are in our prayers
Posted: 9/20/2008 6:27:18 PM
|Donna, may you sense the safety net forming around you, woven by the word weavers, using twine from the vine of love... we look forward to your return.|
Posted: 9/21/2008 5:59:07 PM
|reposted here at Donna's request:|
my words, this hand
with gentle touching
speaks my regard, unconditional
on your weary forehead, your battled spirit,
you are not alone...
you have more than my paltry regard
I willingly pose as your sentry.
for Cdn. reader
by 6Ot0 7O
Posted: 9/22/2008 2:08:46 PM
|Blessed be the soul that's weak|
A Hug and kiss to you dear
May you get well soon!!! Think'n of you!!
Here's a litle song:
"Get Well, Get Well, soon!!" to an upbeat'd tempo!!
|Now is the time|
Posted: 9/23/2008 8:35:44 AM
|The imagination of a child places the child in a delightful world that surpasses the reality of the physical world they are subjected to.|
The imagination of a person, be it male or be it female, resorts back to the delightful world and is a readily available source of healing if the faith and trust reaches to the beleiving level that, as a child, we all possess.
Godspeed to the healing process that begins at the hands of the medical profession but goes beyond the physical requirements.
|Now is the time|
Posted: 10/5/2008 6:56:57 PM
We Are the Dead
We are the dead.
We sit in our wheelchairs, heads bent, motionless,
on either side of dim hospital corridors,
and you wend your way between,
pretending not to see us,
avoiding our seemingly sightless gaze
and our seemingly useless outstretched arms.
And we lurk, unobserved, in quiet corners
and inside little-known passages,
amongst the gurgles and burps,
the thumps and the thuds,
the crackles and the cries and the rabid screams,
and we hide in the silences too
– those overwhelmingly dark silences
that cover all.
But our sightlessness is a fallacy,
for we see you in your every step,
and we tear at the tails of your coat,
and we gnash our teeth when we see you gloat,
and we bide our time,
and we wait.
We are the dead.
And you pretend we do not exist.
|Now is the time|
Posted: 10/5/2008 7:48:15 PM
|aahhhhhh, but there you are....arisen and i hope mending.... how wonderful to see you back...... an autumn song, slowly trailing like a river.... humming now .... and this glow, this rebirth gathers gathers, like a wave.... towards a new shore of you, the wind cycles, the trees bow peacefully...an eagle lifts into the air....sheaves of gold await you...sheaves of gold await you and smolder in your soul...... welcome back....brightest blessings|