Moods

Passage tombs at Knowth

Words turn to dust
before they leave my mouth
huddled in the confines of
the bottom bunk

It felt like home
I can’t say why
and here I feel like a stranger
in a very strange land

Receding
at a loss as to what to do
leaden limbs force me into
a standstill

There is such certainty there
but it isn’t mine
how beautiful and fine a thing
so safe and so content

Records
a place so beautiful it makes me cry
no room for another foreign presence
so kind that for a time I forgot

And as I whisper wishes in the night
these lives and their noise surrounding me
the distance transforms
words into dust

Freewind

September 20, 2003

My friend, words never turn to dust; kust the ones who write them. Death is not a punishment but a reward or so was a movie quote of someone who died and saw the white light and then returned said. The photo is gorgeous and the poem is as well. Wish you a bright, cheery Saturday. Hugs,

daisymayhem

September 20, 2003

there is such a magical quality about the photo…it must be wonderful to stand there….

Moving words and moving photo… More More!… *S*

Beautiful picture. Never say never. Hugs ~

Starr418

September 20, 2003

pretty picture

Thanks so much for sharing the pictures of the place that feels like home. What an amazing picture this is! Hugs,

LiteBrite

September 20, 2003

That photo makes me wish I was in it. Absolutely beautiful picture and words, as usual! 🙂

Meginsanity

September 20, 2003

That place looks so beautiful. ryn: Thanks! I hope he does too.

Good things gather dust too … and grow in dust … then there’s stardust too! (((((((Me Explorer))))))) Thanks for sharing the photos as well as your poetry : )

Torin

September 20, 2003

With a warm and sunny smile…

“words turn to dustbefore they leave my mouthhuddled in the confinesof my bottom bunk” I slept in the bottom bunk Ryn: It took me a few reads but I finnally got it..DUH..Yes there is a lot of ‘then’ to get through. the question now is how?

Ryn:RYN: Ahh Me, If I only felt her I think it would be so much easier..it is something I haven’t written about yet, because it is still to painful to put into words. My husband asked me today “how long has it been?” as if time would really make a difference for us. I wanted to shout “It will never be long enough” I loved her for 40 years and she me..she loved me bestfor 40 years

how can 4 erase it. I’ll keep writing, because I need to, and appreciate the kind notes..they encourage and help..I just wish I was farther along in the healing process. I guess it doesn’t help to be blindsided so often though, does it?

Ryn: Aww, thank you so much for such a sweet note =) It’s great to feel wanted/appreciated. {hugs} Take Care,

i think i would like to whisper wishes in the night. that is such a beautiful line in your poem. *smiles* how long have you been writing poetry? do you have to be in a particular mood to write? i like to write poems, but i have to be in the mood to write. *hugs*

*hugs*

Thank you sweet poet for sharing your lovely memories through your poetry and photographs. A warm hug

noko

September 23, 2003

Such longing, and such a place to long for!