Theres a movie I love, in it the one woman say’s –
” when the air is warm and the cricket’s sing I dream of a love that the moon and stars lay down for, I want someone to love me, but there is no Man, only that Moon”
Tag: Loss
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Only that Moon.
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War through a teenagers eyes.
Author: ladyjewel
Now so many years later i close my eyes.
I smell the man i lost so long ago,
The paint and thinners he used to wash his hands,(he was a sign writer), the smoke and rich tobacco that always was him,
His hug was soft and strong.The shirt and pants always smeared with greese and paint, he was always fixing or creating something:-) and he always had time to show us.
And then, that Man was in a starched shirt and smart pants, his jacket was ironed and perfect, the cuffs so smart, and his hug was suddenly not so soft, the cloths were to ruff and formal.
He had to leave us and he suddenly had no time, they took him away and gave him back for such short times.
Then one day, two men dressed just like him came, they looked the same, the cuffs were just as perfect.
They came to say they would not be sending him back,
They took him and his hugs, his smell and they never gave him back.I still smell him in the air like now, but i miss his hugs.
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Posted: May 2013
About this poem:
I was 13 my dad was in the Rodesian war.
I miss him -
Our Snow White Rose.
Author: ladyjewel
She lays in the coffin on a pillow of silk,
The rich, deep brown wood like a frame, the cream silk stitched inside adds a softness, a soft pillow completes the bed.Dark brown long hair flows over the pillow and frames the face of this angel, her skin looks like porclin and white as snow,
Her lips and cheeks rosy and the long lashes lay forever now on her cheek, eyes closed and ready for her long sleep.Hands closed over her chest as if in prayer, the smell of vanilla, the scent she always used floating around her in a soft cloud.
Beautiful and at rest, a picture of perfection never to grow older, like a rose cut when it is in full bloom and displayed for the finest art works, then captured for all time for the world to see and remember.
Our rose, our snow white, our sister, our angel.
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Posted: May 2013 -
Remember me
Author: ladyjewel
She smiles and looks around at the people around her,
Outside she is carm, relaxed, happy and smiles.He watches her smile, looks deeper and notices the smile didn’t reach her eyes,
He sees her relaxed state and notices her hands clenched in her lap,
He sees the people around her and notices they don’t see what he sees.He walks up and stands behind her, reaches down and strokes her shoulder,
She feels him and tenses.
He walks around and takes her hand, lifts it to his lips and kisses her fingers.
She looks into his eyes and sees him, she knows he can see her like nobody else.She smiles and this time her eyes go soft and her hand closes around his.
She opens her eyes and he’s gone, she lets one tear fall, takes a deep breath and smiles once more at the people around her that can never see inside like he could.
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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.