Poetry In Motion

Lost in tears

A sea full of blackness
Fills up my heart
A world full of sadness
Rips my soul apart

A demon attacks me
Black as the night
For mercy I plea
In a desperate fight

I go to bed crying
Nobody is keen
To keep me from dying
Since I'm just a teen

It does not bring joy
They don't understand
My tears for this boy
On the pillow they land

I scream myself hoarse
Even he starts to roar
Still no sign of remorse
Of the boy I yearn for

I shouldn't shed tears
His advice makes me frown
He doubles my fears
As he puts the phone down

All my last hopes
Are dying like flies
I will know the ropes
When like a phoenix I rise

I'm going to bed
Weak, wasted and whacked
A life full of dread
Will follow in fact

I try hard to dream
In hope of recover
For your kisses I'll scream
My oh-so-wonderful lover

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

EMPTINESS COMES SO QUICKLY

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 -
Born August 2008 - 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....you were our sweetheart our quiet joy

The Light

Cascading through the planate light effortlessly, logically without irresolute
unable to consider any rhyme, rational or reasonable purpose on I go
Somehow, this journey is not unusual, no such feeling of being bizarre
for the time is timeless and my excursion not unlike a familiar ritual I know.

Fear is not a consideration for this trip is one I make with much content
anxiety abounds as anticipation builds within my worldly soul
A smile makes its presence known and without regrets or past recollections
the transcendent, majestic light nears as I draw nearer to my goal

As on I go down I forget yet memories of past times past still fill my heart
and rapidly the thoughts of what has been dissipates easily, I know my fate
Aware now of the undulation in reverse a correction of the gallimaufry of my life
there is only the future of the past as I grow nearer to God's eternal pearly gate.

SIZE=6]Secretly......

singularly, secretly a moment of self is revealed
entrusted to the heart of another
negotiations of tender feelings

close-mouthed and reticent and yet escape the words
not before dared uttered, secluded and sheltered
emotions now find another hiding place

that finds their resting in the midst and mind of another
those thoughts that had long been kept from the knowledge
of, but the initiated within the privileged circle of friendship

that had always been entrusted to the imagination of the mind
locked away in the recesses as though key locked in a tiny secret drawer
where all cautious faithfully stored memories, longed for desires

now shared and entrusted with a new aliance that in hope might
bring to fruition the understanding of a lonely soul
that had wandered the catacoombs of the single heart

desperation or great affection? I wonder which caused the
the tiny secret drawer to be unlocked and shared from which
much dust has thickly covered the drawer for many years....


Maree Long
(c) Maree Long 2009

Inspired by Mins comments

In Bloom

In bloom the delicate flower shows her face
at the height of springs tender morn
young the plant that shoots from tender earthy soil
that follows the sun all her days

looking for the one to nuture her
to be with her as she grows from season to season
such is the language of love that flowers speak of
so what message is sent by the Iris blue hue

what speaks of friendship but the yellow rose
and such the loyalty of the ivy vine that entwines
love and lovers, in the secret of the garden of the heart
antiquity dates the symbolic high souled aspirations

of the scarlet lily, so is morning glory's love in vain?
Can the Amaranth promise immortal love?
for are we not all consumed by the Mallow of loves call?
do we all not seek the suns face?

and the white Poppy bows with all humility beneath
a gentle breeze silent with reverence
the wistfullness declaring all virtue and purity
many are the faces of a young maiden

that longs for the strength and protection
that love so often speaks of hasitly
willing to be taken from the earthy ground
and for a moment find themselves captivated

by sweet promises, by empty words that nuture not
realising that their moment of splendour may now
whither and die never to return to spring again
never to prosper in the gardens heart...

Maree Long
(c) Maree Long 2009

With the last number of pieces you guys have shared of love and pain I was inspired to write this one today hope you like it....