I cannot write of simple things
Like mountains, forest trails or
springs
When, in the distance, shadows form
And life fills with a coming
storm.
I know not when the rain will hit
But I'll go on in spite of
it.
I'll fight the fear that closes in
Though battles might be hard to
win.
As pain awakes I will endure
Though, shaking, I may not be
sure
I'm strong enough to be its match.
Determined I will fight and
scratch
I'll knock upon Life's final door
Determined feet flat on the
floor
And thank God for each moment I
Could conjure words that let me
fly.
© 2012 Pam H. Mu
Saturday, 9 June 2012
With The Years
The years had passed and there they
were.
She gave her coffee one last stir
While he just smiled into her eyes
Remembering so many sighs
While she’d been such an open book.
He took so long to let her look
But he found out along the way
That love sees through the shades of grey.
Time mellowed it like priceless wine
Whose grapes grew on a sacred vine.
She sang a song from Mexico
That she’d sung to him long ago.
She gave her coffee one last stir
While he just smiled into her eyes
Remembering so many sighs
Of resignation at his pride.
He’d had so many things to hideWhile she’d been such an open book.
He took so long to let her look
At all the secrets of his soul,
To give her knowledge and control.But he found out along the way
That love sees through the shades of grey.
Laughter, anger, love and lust
Became a pool of selfless trust.Time mellowed it like priceless wine
Whose grapes grew on a sacred vine.
Then as the sun began to fall
And cast its shadows on the wallShe sang a song from Mexico
That she’d sung to him long ago.
© 2012 Pam H.
Murray
Life's Promises (about alzheimers)
Familiar pathes lay gilded by the
moon
And from the distance a forgotten tune
Wavered in the trees where shadows grew
Around the memories I shared with you.
And left an empty shell where life had been
With vacant eyes now blind to what you’ve seen.
With dignity, love and memories
But cast you out on unfamiliar seas.
And know Life’s promises could not be kept.
Your spirit seemed to flee as we both slept.
And from the distance a forgotten tune
Wavered in the trees where shadows grew
Around the memories I shared with you.
Your voice still echoed innocence of
youth
Although the years had
carried off the truthAnd left an empty shell where life had been
With vacant eyes now blind to what you’ve seen.
My tired spirit fills with empty
rage
Against a fate that didn’t let
you ageWith dignity, love and memories
But cast you out on unfamiliar seas.
I gaze into your eyes at emptiness
And wonder if you share the same
distressAnd know Life’s promises could not be kept.
Your spirit seemed to flee as we both slept.
© 2012 Pam H.
Murray
Her Kingdom
She wrote by the light of a single
lamp
ll night at the desk in her
attic room.From her pen came the worlds and characters
Who traded their light for her world of gloom.
Each night the chapters became so
real
That she felt each planet
beneath her feetAnd moved from the cold of an icy plain
Into the mystery of desert heat.
They greeted her nightly by pale
moonlight
Or covered by storms yet
she always sawCourage and strength in their weakest hour
Beauty and love in every flaw.
I found her kingdom long ago
After she’d faded beyond this lifeAnd thrilled to the dream worlds she had carved
With only her mind for a carving knife.
© 2012 Pam H.
Murray
(Note: Inspired by Emily Dickenson and Charlotte
Bronte, both of whom I've loved since childhood)
Those Brave Men And Women
When I think of the soldiers in faraway
places
And wonder at shadows I see in their faces
Wondering, too, if they’ll make it back home
I find too much sadness for fine crafted poem.
I can’t help but pray for the end of all war
And feel that such promise is worth hoping for.
And sorrow and suffering of innocent dreams
Nightmares that end in insufferable screams.
They have the courage that I most admire;
Those brave men and women who stand under fire.
And wonder at shadows I see in their faces
Wondering, too, if they’ll make it back home
I find too much sadness for fine crafted poem.
As I think of the family left waiting
behind
Facing each night full of
fear, feeling blindI can’t help but pray for the end of all war
And feel that such promise is worth hoping for.
I pray for the end of all dark
degradation
That causes the
fighting nation to nationAnd sorrow and suffering of innocent dreams
Nightmares that end in insufferable screams.
Above all the prayers are the thanks I
express
For those who will
sacrifice life. I
confessThey have the courage that I most admire;
Those brave men and women who stand under fire.
© 2012 Pam H.
Murray
Reverberating Life
Soft waves glowing in the sun
Shimmering in light and shadow
Movement barely catches eyes
Blinded by the early morning glow.
Manes and reins that cannot be pulled in
Hoofbeats add their magic to the scene.
Shimmering in light and shadow
Movement barely catches eyes
Blinded by the early morning glow.
Reverberating life along a hidden
trail
Barely caught as distance
intervenesManes and reins that cannot be pulled in
Hoofbeats add their magic to the scene.
© 2012 Pam H.
Murray
Free Wheeling
The edges curl up on the edges of
time.
I feel my existence and reach for a rhyme
To show of emotions that swirl overhead.
I look the heavens and see earth instead.
Until I just sit and let Spring settle in.
Now I am freewheeling. Come on for a spin.
I feel my existence and reach for a rhyme
To show of emotions that swirl overhead.
I look the heavens and see earth instead.
Life has turned over and hidden from
view
Is a sense of completeness, a
way to renewUntil I just sit and let Spring settle in.
Now I am freewheeling. Come on for a spin.
© 2012 Pam H.
Murray
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