Sometimes by Micki Peluso . Share Print Save Become a Fan
Thoughts on what was, might have been and may perhaps retrun .
. . sometime
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Sometimes
Sometimes we seem
at different poles
Northwinds blow
across a frozen heart
While southern
breezes boil the blood
Yet we are ever
joined as one
Combustible,
angry, confused and hurt
Feeling wrenching
loss of familial love
Sometimes hurt
festers like a canker sore
It wants to heal
and yet it won't
Too much has
happened to recant
Guilt picks away
at closing scabs
And healing,
coveted, will not be heeded
However much
wanted and needed
Sometimes, so
many sometimes
We yearn for days
of yore
Life was simple,
love unconditional
And trust as
sweet as apple pie
Sometimes our
lives seem to normalize
Until leaves
wafting on uncertain winds
Drift away,
leaving distrust behind
And the vicious
cycle begins again
Sometimes I
reminisce those days
And my heart
quickens with yearning
An optimistic,
eternal soul
Sees that love
again reborn
And I can almost
see it myself . . . sometimes
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Wednesday, October 3, 2012
Sometimes
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It truly hurts when we miss someone with all our hearts, and we long for the days of 'yore'. But Micki, we have new beginnings and have been blessed to see a new day. We are not supposed to look back and stay there, but to look forward and run into what God has for today. You will see your angel again, I'm most sure. I love you!
ReplyDeleteThis was beautiful Micki. I admire you for all that you've been through and are still positive about life, even though we all know it has it's downfalls at times, overall it's a beautiful life.
ReplyDeleteWOW, that was both poignant and powerful, Micki!
ReplyDeleteBeautiful thoughs, Beautiful language. You really have a gift for putting feelings into words.
ReplyDeleteDear Deidre, Lori, Sandra and Peggy,
ReplyDeleteThanks so much for your kind comments, They boost me up when I doubt myself--which is often.I'm so lucky to have you as friends!!
Love, Micki
Hi Micki,
ReplyDeleteThis is a beautiful poem with lots of meaning in it. I can feel your longing and desires to recapture something that fades away and then comes back. Sometimes I experience the same things. I think we artists are given the ability to search and explore the depth and height of our emotions because we yearn for a completeness in our lives. We are blessed to have such yearnings, the sometimes asyou call it. These sometimes expressed through our own experience and our own eyes in our writing, poetry, music and other forms of art help us to reach out and touch others.
I love your poem.
Thank you my dear.
Love you.
Ciao,
Patricia