A Sweet Sigh...
When will life be sweet?
Not the "sweet" of falseness,
tempting, but always leaving
wanting.
But sweet, like a cool drink of water.
Soft on the tongue.
Like the soft, delicate petals of a rose
and sweet like the heady aroma within.
Sweet like the sounds of a song
being played over the strings of my heart.
The violinist's bow gliding back and forth
moving the melody of my heart with every
note.
Sweet like the rustle of leaves
being swept by the wind.
Carrying them up the corner of a building
as if in a dance.
The sweetness of children laughing,
discovering, free of worry & fear.
When will life be sweet again?
The longer I live, the farther away I float.
The past haunts with regrets.
The present challenges with unanswered
prayers.
The future teases with the unknown.
Yet I know there will be a time
when life will be sweet again.
Don't wait too long to come for me.
Don't let my tender heart wither
like a flower, separated from it's root.
My soul longs for you, my love.
For life to be sweet.
Christianne, good morning.
ReplyDeleteI just saw that you came to my blog, and your comment just made my day. I constantly have to learn that whatever I put out there may not be popular, but if what I share truly speaks to an individual, then I have done what I set out to do: to communicate what I find to be beautiful, sweet and even bittersweet.
I am moved by your poem here. I can't even begin to tell you about the poetic journey that I have embarked on; our lives are a poem of broken lines, of incomplete thoughts, of couplets of tercets, of enjambements that fall off the cliff of the line.
I encourage you to keep on. Keep on expressing yourself, for this life is sweet, but I think you and I both know that the sweetness we seek is being choked out by the OUTSIDE WORLD. We are constantly building our INSIDE world within us that no one or nothing can steal from us.
Thank you so much for coming to visit my blog. I pray you are well and that this day, you will hear the sweet song of your heart. Anita