Your beauty had curled my existence into a bittersweet immortalness When you left, you held my heart Am I not dead? I remain present only in spirit, As I blend into the background In every scene. As everyone fellowships and engages in heartfelt laughter and friendly, warm smiles, I stay seated on this cold, metal chair... And imagine you. All that I’ve had is gone All that I’ve known is unfamiliar And since I only see you in dreams, I dread sun rise Awakening in a world in which you are non-existent will only diminish my will to live And if my fate holds a painful death, I am not afraid. For I have endured the most excruciating, unpleasant sensation my body and mind will allow. The day the most crucial component to my soul was stripped.. Never to be returned again.
shared with permission~ written by my daughter~Una
poetry has run in our blood through many generations~
it's been our companion and saviour through many a trial~ =)~
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There is no mistaking that seamless breath of eloquence and talent that flows from your veins to hers, but while my heart and soul is touched deeply by the kindred torch of Deme Legacy, it is Una's unique voice, palpable with her heart, that my ears drink as I find myself in that place that I alone forebear, upon my knees, on the edge of that abyss that I could have sworn only I knew was there... and yet, now I see her shadow, too~
Too many powerful words, made beautifully dark, and smitten by such an ache...
Little Sunshine creating her own universe... and I foresee the book...
She is gorgeous.. and her writing is too. The poem makes me think of death either literally or figuratively .. it has much sadness for me .. sitting on a cold metal chair.. a desolate feeling comes over me.. only seeing one in dreams and not wishing for the sunrise..This is really good and I think it deserves to be rated as so..
Una- wonderful writing. Thanks for sharing, Selene.
thank you for sharing; i still toil with the idea of becoming a mother - the last four lines were deep ~ almost pushing me to the edge in a good way...
There is no mistaking that seamless breath of eloquence and talent that flows from your veins to hers, but while my heart and soul is touched deeply by the kindred torch of Deme Legacy, it is Una's unique voice, palpable with her heart, that my ears drink as I find myself in that place that I alone forebear, upon my knees, on the edge of that abyss that I could have sworn only I knew was there... and yet, now I see her shadow, too~
Too many powerful words, made beautifully dark, and smitten by such an ache...
Little Sunshine creating her own universe... and I foresee the book...