"Destined Minds"

Dedicated to Sumiko Moriyama lee
who was greatly loved but in one
lapse of carelessness is passed away...

emptiness comes so quickly
uninvited, it causes a rift
in the heart

a long desert empty
destitute, and devoid
of all things giving

heartache comes so quickly
uninvited, just idling away
precious hours

tears they come so quickly
they pour into the void saltiness
stinging the eyes of grief

vacant memories is all you
can be now,a collection of
memories we sadly miss

blank stresses the absence of something
something precious that
took up that space

no more the arm to embrace
no more the warmth of beating
heart and gentle gesture

rendered now beyond our midst
beyond where we cannot travel
cold cold space

how I long to fill the vacuum
once again of one so gentle
natured

guilt it comes so quickly
aching and gutting every nerve
deadening all the joyous senses

that no longer have a place
to abide and regret it fights
for a corner of tenancy

grief it comes so quickly
and nestles as a trio that
overwhelms the lamenting heart

If I could a thousand times
change that which has passed
then you would be here and not missed

If I could a thousand times
take your place then I could
easily live with that

but now have to live with
the empty arms, and empty heart
that you once filled

Maree Long
(c) Maree Long 2009
Sumiko Moriyama Lee - Passed away November 2009
from heat stroke - only one year old -
a unique sweetness who deserved better,
who brought joy into our otherwise mundane
lives, greatly loved by "Baby Boy" who may miss you
more than all the rest and hasnt quite figured
out what has changed or why your not here
anymore....

MY NIGHT SONG

words they fall to the floor
silently laying all around
deaf the letters they scramble
at my feet

and the world is left outside
as I recluse hiding within
and think this is the world
as it should be

my sancturary walls thinly
layered have served my heart
well all these years but
now I fear

the world reaching in
pressing in heavily getting
close to my shattered soul
thinks it has the answers

but how could the world
know how its been for they
have ignored me for so long
and cared not for my cries

in the night that become
my only voice of song
that gave respite of
realisation of the burden

that carried my feet in this
way - I wish to come back
and hear the birds sing
I desire to savor life

but I am locked away so
press me if you will for
my heart it cannot stay
and will not abide the

jepoardy that awaits for me
for my mind it runs - no where
in particular but run it must
and seek another hiding place

Maree Long
(c)Maree Long 2008

HEARTACHE - I KNOW THY NAME

I
brokeness of sorrows loss
heartache the tedium of journey
that overwhelms one so heartstricken
the hardwork between the darkness and light
thine anguish of mental pang that cuts
and I in endless search for pefected love find such perfection

II
oh heavy heart, of great remorse
the despondency of one so afflicted
why did thou givest me blood that courses so
torment of earthly misery that leaves
in wretchedness of suffering and looks idly
upon me writhing in the throe

III
disconsolateness I have come to know thy name
and melancholy the only comfort of mine pain

IV
lament lifes woe and tribulation
the sorrow, mourning and mortification
and twinge thou may the vexation of thy worriement
as I in mine confidence seek the ease of
solace and sweet, sweet, merriement

V
thou art more trouble than thy worth
and thine company I must depart
for on the other side of thine grassy hill
lays the hopeful euphoria that gives quiet relief
and into the dark abyss thine body thrown out this lifeless cart

VI
rest now I in perfect seclusion,
to gather all mine strength
as glooms color lifts the anvils' chorus
as if the joyous you try to drown
for happiness comes softly knocking
as now I wish to be found

Maree Long
(c) Maree Long 2007
www.freewebs.com/poetrybymareelong

This work is still in progress....just had to get my thoughts down before I forgot them...


Fettered by life's chains
one translates the paradox
that struggles and throttles
creating multiple deadlocks

repository of images
aspirations of the past
haunt the tortued soul
and of the barren no longer last

that teters between the brink of
the light and shadow at dawn
as your voice rises and deafening
screams of isolation mourn

and call beyond the wooden door