Ladyjewels

Tag: Feeling

  • The Deer.


    Author: ladyjewel


    Grazing on lush green leaves, the carm of the trees,
    The soft whistle of the wind, no hint of danger, the sun warm on his back, his tail flicking the stray fly.

    The wind changed slightly and the warm earthy smell of
    Something unknown hits his nose, he stops and his senses
    Come alive, he turns his head in the direction of the smell.

    As his eyes notice the Man standing with a coat on and a gun
    Pointed right at the deers heart, the world seems to stop,
    The bullet is like a white hot arrow singing as it comes
    It rips into his side and the force makes the deer stumble.

    As he sinks to the ground his breathing slowing down, his heartbeats slowly stopping, he watches the Man walk over to him and kneel down, he feels the warm strong hand gently stoke his neck and a strange carm comes over him, his eyes close and his soul lifts up and drifts into a place of peace, his body is lifted and carried over broard shoulders, respected by the Man who send his soul to heaven.
    ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
    Posted: Jun 2013
    About this poem:
    My son went hunting for the first time with his new father in law.
    I have mixed feelings, I know hes a Man now, but I see the boy who animals just love.
    I saw a pic of him with the deer he killed and I see the Man, but I also see his eyes and how it worried him:-)
    A mother sees below what others see.
    I like to think the deer felt like this?

  • Yellow.

    Yellow, a colour I never before put with me,

    Yellow daffodils, soft and gentle, fragile yet flexible to sway in the wind.

    Yellow Sunflowers, bright and bold, Strong, yet unique turning to the sun.

    Both seem so different and yet, once you cut them they both slowly die.

    I have been broken and my petals ripped out and left to dry up and blow away.

    But someone with quiet strength has gently gathered the seed left behind and planted me again.

    Now the question is, have I got the courage to push through the dirt and feel the sunshine again, is this real.

    I hope so because these hands feel safe.

  • Broken.

    In silence she sat, no expression on her face, the glass snow globe in her hands and a pile of items sitting next to her.

    It had been an hour and she had not moved, she placed the glass snow globe on the top step where she sat and gently rolled it forward, watching it shatter into pieces at the bottom, that was how she felt inside, her hand reached for the beautiful porcelain dog, looked into it’s eye’s and gently rolled it down to follow the globe.

    When she reached for the last piece she watched it fall as if in slow motion and as it crashed so did she, silent tears rolling down, at last she could begin to feel again.