Tuesday, July 28, 2009

the suitcase IV






she finds herself sitting
at a scarred wooden desk
staring with dreamy eyes
past the computer
through windows large
at frothy caressing waves

a daydream that’s real
there’s peace in her soul
and a pup on her lap who warms
the silence around her
a cushioned refuge
surroundings away from what harms

she’s reached the end
of a ceaseless race
escaped a trap not worth living
decisions brought tears
some memories do haunt
but it’s better than endlessly giving

giving that drains
that doesn’t refill
the taker of all that is good
that left a shell
with chips at the heart
and created a piece of driftwood

now morning’s are still
the late sun brings laughs
idyllic the seagulls that soar
free under skies
of sunshine and cloud
the passage of time heals hearts sore





31 comments:

  1. Wow, I love it! I just don't know what else to say.

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  2. Time always has a way of healing hearts. The journey isn't often easy, but what tears us down usually hones our determination with fire, making us stronger and surer.

    It can be difficult to travel paths filled with sadness, but keep facing forward and up, you're nearer to light today than yesterday.

    Your poem makes me think of someone coming out of a coma (metaphorical) a rebirth of sorts.

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  3. This makes me breathe deeply, sigh, and speak mmm...

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  4. Shadow, ya gotta read mine...sitting at the wooden desk, staring into space, past the computer, through the large sliding glass doors...that's ME! Right NOW!

    Your words are so truly beautiful.

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  5. so glad you are back, so glad, so glad....your writing is just absolutely heart felt, relatable and beautiful. This piece for sure! Bring it on, what else you got! :)

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  6. Pardon me for asking, but why didn't you write 'through large windows', instead of 'through windows large'. I can't see that anything was gained by reversing the natural order of the words...except it made it harder to read them out loud...

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  7. Yes, as always, your heart shows true, breathe, just breathe, draw in the dawn of a new beginning..:) hugs.

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  8. Shadow- I was in at the scarred desk and the seagulls sounded nice too. A nice decision made in these lines. and wow what a great pic again! ~rick

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  9. It is good to be free from them and that which would chain us to a wall in their world.

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  10. jinksi, the order of words, because that's how i think, and believe it or not, i do speak this way too at times... also, i don't think it flows as well swopped around.

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  11. Shadow I think many of us just sat at that scarred wooden desk, I grew up with the sounds of the ocean and the seagulls, you took me back ,I love your play on words and I LOVED the windows large.
    SIGH deep breath.. welcome back

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  12. Beautiful - your poem put me at that desk too. Made me want to open the windows large and breathe in the ocean fresh :) - and pet the soft puppy.

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  13. Yes, as Scarlet O'Hara once said, "Tomorrow's another day"...and tho we hurt one day, the next day is a new beginning.

    I love this. Of course, I always do. You're so talented my dear.

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  14. I ticked the oh yeah box for this one shadow.Reminds me of my family when I was growing up.

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  15. Drift on over here Shadow Dancing..

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  16. hauntingly beautiful -- sometimes i think you know my soul. my favorite, "she’s reached the end
    of a ceaseless race
    escaped a trap not worth living
    decisions brought tears
    some memories do haunt
    but it’s better than endlessly giving"

    i see a full circle has been made.
    smiles,

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  17. Now I understand why you have more than 200 followers!
    Gorgeous!

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  18. Sitting at a computer, looking through the window, letting the mind evade, watching the sun rise over the waves... That's beautiful, but it also gives a certain sense of loneliness. It makes me imagine the long nights, endless, until the morning breaks.

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  19. love that one :) what a beautiful yet slightly haunting picture.

    how are you my friend? let's catch up really soon okay?

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  20. You can really capture the desire to get away and start all over ...

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  21. better than endlessly giving- hmmm, you've reminded me of several conversations I've had recently. Gives me something to think on.

    The poem is lovely Shadow and the imagery suites the feel of it nicely.

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  22. Absolutely lovely. been there. many times.

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  23. you know ? this inspires to live more .
    i liked the last post too . a lot !
    i am glad you are back . i thought you would spend a longer time out .
    my dayly poems source is safe !!!!!

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  24. Hi. I'm going to be a pain-old English teacher that I am- and give you a suggestion:

    1. drop the apostrophe on morning.
    2. add an apostrophe on hearts

    Or NOT; AFTER ALL YOU HAVE POETIC LICENSE HERE.

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  25. Escaping a trap and coming out fairly unscathed is not necessarily sad. I like the way Missy says "rebirth".

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  26. i feel very connected to this poem, i know how it feels to be the one over giving and i know what it feels like on the other side, beautiful work my friend.

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  27. I like driftwood but don't want to be a piece of it. Sometimes one can give until all the giving is used up. Thanks for sharing this Shadow.

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  28. this speaks volume for having healing space and time
    it is a lovely image
    thank you Shadow
    I love this one!

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  29. "she's reached the end...[of]
    endlessly giving..."


    Your poetry-- so stark, so beautiful.
    So...
    So desirous to be a puppy... ha!

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  30. I think this one fits in well with the Suitcase series.

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