For Chelsea

Opening a single window will

welcome the musky scent of flowers and

the sweet sound of birdsong

or at another time

Invite the bite of winter chill

to grab and envelop with wanton glee

as the body attempts to rival the assault

with trembling rashes of goosebumps.

A small cup of flowers brightens the

darkest corner and the flame of a lone

candle keeps a loved one close.

A hummingbird dancing about for

a colorful meal shows the strength of mountains

While a lone whale piercing the air with its grand

and graceful body sings a song of frail elegance.

The pristine silence of a mountaintop is the reverberation

of the Universe in a state of thankfulness

And the thunderous roar of the ocean brings

a quiet softening to a troubled soul.

Shades of green on a spring day are amazing

and cause wonderment at the need for any other color.

A solitary tree standing proudly

in the darkness of a lashing storm gains strength

from the battle even as it resonates

with respect for its contender.

A trillium blossoms in a woodland hollow

with no eye to bear witness

as the chilly morning retreats with a smile and

the sun rushes down to share its warmth.

When the tale is recounted there will be no days

or weeks or months…no time at all

but the sea of emotions through which we swam

on our way to love.

The scent of one we treasure is more precious than gold

and more dear than we ever will know

until we feel depleted by its absence.

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My God! How grand is this poem. It is truly beautiful in every essence of the word. I am in awe!

gel
August 27, 2003

Beautiful! Thank you for your note. I really appreciate it.

So very beautiful. Love and hugs, M’dear,

August 27, 2003

When the tale is recounted there will be no days or weeks or months … no time at all but the sea of emotions through which we swam on our way to love. What a remarkably beautiful poem and this line in particular gave me chills.

August 27, 2003

Chelsea is okay I hope. The poem is lovely but I hope it isn’t a memoriam. I know I’m awful but I live in dread of the end of my wee Catman so… Take care p.

Very nice, patalija.

August 27, 2003

Oh ppppppppp… I wish I could hold you in my arms and kiss it better. *crying* Really crying. I know I’m stupid but I’m used to me. {{{{{{{{{{{{{{{hugs}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}

August 27, 2003

I’ll come back. I can’t read it again just now. Oh pppp, I wish I could make it better. I love you.

August 28, 2003

So deep and rich the love here, so sorry for your loss.

By the way, finding trillium in the deep shade of the woods feels like magic, doesn’t it? RYN: Your note made me laugh and laugh. I can just imagine the little faded image. Oh yes of course I know what a backslider is….always hated the word, ya know?

September 1, 2003

Thinking of you often. I hope the sun is beginning to be noticeable to you again. {{{hugs}}}

Wow … I have come here and read this several times and still don’t know how to say strongly enough that I love it and have enjoyed it so much! Thanks & Hugs : )

September 1, 2003

xo

RYN Want to caution you about my series. Numbers 1 – 7 are okay & 21 – 26. Number 8 – 12 might be okay. But in between I ended up telling about awful violence, so you may not want to read especially numbers 13 – 20. When I began I had no idea I would tell more than just a few fun & wild stories. I just began on intuition & allowed what needed to come out. So believe the cautions, k? Hugs

Thanks for the sweet comments about the pics ; ) xox

September 3, 2003

Beautiful, as always. Thank you for sharing those wonderful mental pictures with us.

September 4, 2003

Oh, I love this! Ryn: How about trading places now, while I’m still at the deli? Bwahaha. 😉 xxoo,

September 4, 2003

I hope you are doing ok, when I lost my noko (my namesake) I felt my world had been split asunder for a very long time. ryn: yes sitting up crosslegged. I balanced the frozen washcloth, it was funny and good for my meditation posture.

September 16, 2003

Did you write that? It is breathtakingly beautiful!

September 25, 2003
September 29, 2003

I hope you’re doing well p.

gel
September 29, 2003

Again, thank you so much for your note. It’s been a tough time but I’ll survive it, I always do, especially with the help of friends. I hope you get a chance to read about the healing week-end I just had with friends. Thank you for caring. xoxo