sophiasummer Poetry (237)

I swept along with all
that I had lost

I looked apon an knew they saw

I was lost

dipping head of shame
I turned away

with hands in air
i stood hard by my chair
I was lost and am now

I saw all
yet stood by
and held

please forgive me
yet I do not know
who will forgive


its challenging
its bad
I knew
Who stood on my shoulder

bad Man
I knew

To run to God
I knew
A Sacrifice

Away I go

this feel upon me

took its own self
from beneath the seas

upbove the skies

I loved{PRT1}

I swept along
a no gathered pass
She shrilled from the stump
I layed my blanket down

He loved
what we heard
I did too

As we ate


Love

The Clouds
they would hold
A sweetness within the air

A sacred silence
A seep of flow

Creeping that road
a view
of only

A few

Birds stretched
tiny feet
that clung

to the branch they met

seeking only

for seasons
what they could get

There was a time of all was well

A silence came
No love
so fitting

A pour off rain
a hidden cloud

crested in the wave
I cried aloud

Moving mountains
an unspeakable journey

So silently
I wept

and took with all
my learning

A kind heart

I kept

The sweetest song

is the rivers
that scent belong

From trusted waters
of seeping silent

winds of all that
sting

of no path they have the journey
taking all

a flicker of a breath

I see
Just what I have left


leaves a deadened nothing
bloated of a path

to only leave
the cruel
strangled

aftermath

Are you there








I am here

Doess not my love
lay beneath the waves

for glimpses of sunshine!

But i'm mortally shaken from my grace's


flaming depths of darkness
plowing throw corals
of rippling sand

A dead shot look

I moved
away

You are alone
No more!

Slipping through the tears of grief

You say
grasping each, held the mud

But I,
Open to the gasp
of gritted teeth

came lonley washing over
the reef

Please name me in your time

I await
for more would be sublime.

What is a nightmare
but to wake

and its over?

What is a daydream
but to wake within the sun?

of stretched fantasies
is that how my mind runs?

the quiet sound of birds
crush the hidden fear

of what I don't know
do I care

with empty paper
no pen to bear

just what do I care

all around
the sound of here

keeping pace
with systems of grace

pure
sure

of my mind
lurks around me
for more

whispering
taunting

yet haunting
my stumbled feet
move

to only write within my head

naked of writing

stripped

to fall

upon my bed

Sunlight
Fresh air
Flicking through the memories
of swings
and skipping
eating,crushing through water melon

knuckles bones and swaps

a sweeping carpet, due

Was ok to get measles
bad times

a time when all was cruel

skipping, hopscotch
stealth through the haunted house

of no stead fast course
it became the mouse

act upon what you find

biting into one cause

a plate

Does one try

Or Lie

watching Rain Drops
which pane do they fall upon

the tree with leaves
which growth
has reached the eaves?

why is your garden so overgrown?
and why is your’s so manicured?

sheets and towels blowing
so ready for their next wrap

all
so
pegged in uniform

purple is cool
brushing up against the sheets

a happy home is there
sorted?
Loved?

I have four pegs that sit alone
2 blue 1 red
And one old wooden one

That wooden one is my favourite
Reminds me of Nana

Her name was Minnie

She sat with her stout
in her house
on Old dominion road

Cherie’s wonderful lark


Up a hill
To sit on the mushrooms

Right next to Potters Park

the boards are round
Where do I look.

Am I here upon the speech.

seek you out
upon the round

If Mine eyes could leather the way
you knew
as you
as most few

alone

to reach
Sit

a perfect pew


Amen

Slipping through the pages
Is it not
through many ages

A Poet
they say

not words that you lay

I have been to many places
seen so many faces

A poet is not a life
streamed with many horrors

To dig down and gather
the worms

Self conceit

wondering
pondering

What words come to light

Within your being

If a wild beach
Is within your touch

Share the feeling
No matter

THEY need so much

It's just YOU are there

You have taken them

THERE

All is staid

This is a shadow

no one to please

one
to

seek a pleasing

you are like me

a knowing

to Bath
how BEAUTIFUL;


I seek
but etched

and
drew
in the warmth

the bath must come

together

warmth

love

Just tried
a rememberence


Love so real
xx