As the sun sets behind distant mountains And darkness descends upon the wilderness, Bounderies between man and nature become less clear. Then she appears Scattering visions of heavenly beauty Through the light of a full moon.
As circles of moonlight surround her Highlighting the beauty of her very soul Swathed in shades of soft blue light Gently flowing through the twilight Over the very edge of life itself Softly howling so she can hear but never to fear.
So gentle is the darkness Softly caressed by her beauty Soaring in the night sky so graceful and serene Gentle wings to carry her soul flowing through the night On the loving breeze of darkness,as only darkness Will ensure she returns safely to me.
For this is she,the one I love She is with me now never more to leave Returned to me from the darkness of life from above Once taken given to the beauty of light causing me to grieve Darkness now caresses me once again With the love that once was mine Gently easing the pain of loneliness.
As the darkness lifts and the warmth of her beauty Outshines the sun The meaning of life is once again mine to hold, Should I grasp it firmly with love Yet caress it with care For loving her is life itself to me Yet if I grsp it,this life I love, Shall I once again lose this beauty which is SHE.
TONY MARTIN 3-4-1995 (written on the birth of my grandaughter,the most beautiful creature I have ever seen)
It would really be a shame if we all drank the same tea,at least you read it and it prvoked a reaction,unfortunately or fortunately for me I am not into revision I write what I write and then it is done.
OMG...what a wonderful tribute to the birth of your granddaughter....beautiful poem...I agree with JeanMeriam, put this in a hub, so it doesnt get lost in the forum.... Thanks for sharing....you have such talent~
THANKS George, the poem refers to who or whatever the reader wants it to for me the first thought was my grandaughter,then thoughts turned to the only woman I have ever loved,to me there is very little difference,whatever is written only the writer ever knows the true meaning,
Hi - just have to take issue with this - the writer only knows what they intended to mean, it means what the reader reads the words to say. A lot of writing says more than the writer ever intended or knew they had written and many writers think they have said something which they have not.
I have to agree with northwestar, you should revise a little. There is a thin line between a deeply meaningful poem and a bunch of platitudes. My feeling is that there is a good poem in there, but maybe half as long.
alternate poet ,your comments are warmly recieved,I agree whatever is written is interpreted differently by every reader,if it wasn't then what would be the point,I just do not revise, what I write is what I write,most of my thoughts probably coincide with yours,life,but we interpret them differently that is what makes it so worth living.keep up the good work,we may speak again.
Gigi2,it is so gratifying to know that people read the thoughts that we put to paper,if only one of those readers enjoys what is written then it is all worthwhile,I sincerely hope you enjoy your grandchild,they bring such joy and heartache and I am sure you will treasure every moment. LIFE IS NOTHING WITHOUT THE ESSENCE OF LOVE.
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