Posts filed under ‘loss’

before…

any day can bring goodbye ~

so

let’s hold one another close

before

we touch the sky ~

fleurs

before the wind blows…

May 20, 2015 at 12:08 pm 13 comments

toward ~

~

i keep swimming toward the hope of salvation

but

i feel

as though

i am sinking

toward

the depths

of

d

 e

  s

    t

      r

        u

          c

             t

                i

                   o

                       n

                            ~

                                  ~

January 31, 2015 at 1:57 pm 24 comments

final curtain call ~

~

~

my dream of dancing

in your soul

~ died ~

the moment

you

cued the curtain

~

~

January 7, 2015 at 1:14 pm 13 comments

a lesson learned

i fear my heart has closed the door

and

thrown away the key…

i can no longer allow

anyone

to come

anywhere

close

to

me.

one could say

i have always been rather transparent

and

open to a fault

but

ever since the day my heart was gouged,

i have kept the remaining scraps

locked away in a vault.

i learned a lesson the day he turned away,

a lesson i will never forget…

there are places deep within oneself

best left untouched –

locked away –

until

one’s

death.

i thought i had learned this lesson the last time.  i was wrong.  never, ever again.  i cannot – i will not break anymore.

November 18, 2014 at 2:55 pm

enwrapped

¤

as

the sound of holiday cheer

begins to wield its tune,

i can feel myself enwrapped

in

a blustering cold blanket

of

~ blue ~

the return of too many memories

of those

i love

 ~ no longer here ~

and

the loneliness which taunts my heart

and

drowns my soul

in

tears

¤

¤

¤

November 3, 2014 at 3:00 pm 21 comments

A HA!

.

I HAVE MORE EVIDENCE!

.

evidence

Spring, 2014

.

THIS IS A SPECIAL MESSAGE TO TEAM PEE:

As I was cleaning out my phone, I came across a photo taken in the Spring.  Yes, same chair.  Yes, same carpet.  Yes, same spot, but – NO not the same tissue.  So, what does this all mean?

It means all of Sydnee Pee’s fans have been brainwashed!  You have been taken in by the charms of Ms. Sydnee Pee and her really big brown eyes!

A little FYI:  I have it on the highest authority that the Van Morrison song Brown Eyed Girl was written about Sydnee Pee.  My credible source?  A one-armed hairy lady on the street with a deep voice, rather long nose with very long whiskers, a bit of a limp and humph……… now that I think back on it – – Oh No – –  she may have been hiding what looked to be maybe a tail under her dress – –

Uh Oh!

Gosh darnit!

.

time to go

???????

.

September 24, 2014 at 1:24 pm 16 comments

why?

~

why?

~

why do we have to die?

family, friends, pets – why?

~

why does death have to be a part of life?

~

the pain, the sadness, the tears – why?

~

why do those we love have to go away?

~

why can’t they stay for one more day?

~

one more day so we can say all that we need to say ~

~

one last time ~

~

a last “i am sorry”

a last “i thank you”

a last “i will miss you”

a last “i love you”

~

the last “goodbye”

~

why?

~

please tell me why?

~

September 18, 2014 at 3:30 pm 33 comments

to rekindle

a spark can ignite

embers of a memory

my nightmare returns

 

July 14, 2014 at 3:00 pm 9 comments

a note to my neighbor

.

i do not know you

and

you do not know me.

our eyes have met a couple of times

but

words have never been exchanged.

i know you are troubled –

you keep to yourself.

i understand this need,

so

i keep my distance…..

.

you live across my driveway.

i see your house every single day.

we breathe the same air

and

we hear the same birds.

when i stand in my kitchen,

your red shades always stare at me

and

the old Ford Maverick smiles,

as i leave for work each day.

.

i have been thinking, as of late,

i have not seen you in a while.

no visitors stopping by

or

a trash can on the curb.

i know you are a very private person

but

being TOO alone can be a curse.

i worry.

.

.

i did not know you

and

you did not know me

but

if life had been different,

we may have been friends.

.

please know i wish you peace.

.

.

next door

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

.

.

July 14, 2014 at 2:00 pm 41 comments

lyrics and melodies

stories of a time long passed

feeling each word deep inside

tears…quietly slow dancing

singing to sad songs

photo 3

a few of many

 

June 16, 2014 at 2:30 pm 8 comments

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