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Post by Lady Edfeil on Jul 28, 2004 8:57:33 GMT -5
Within my heavy boots...
A weight upon
my heart my head
A road before me
long and set
A place to go
not knowing where
A weight that I alone must bear
Duty binds
and fate awaits
where calling leads me to.
But now I stand
before I go
And fear what I will do.
For on this road
that I will walk
there is no more return
And binding now
my boots to go
within me fate does burn.
A weight upon
my heart my head
A road before me
long and set
A place to go
not knowing where
A weight that I alone must bear.
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Post by Thorgrimm Halfdane on Jul 28, 2004 18:51:41 GMT -5
 That was simply marvellous!! It had me completely rapt  Very well done*doffs cap* :)T. |
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Post by lordAbiyownah on Jul 28, 2004 21:29:00 GMT -5
My God woman...you have no idea how that has hit home within my heavy heart.....I bow to you for words that touched thought far distance in my soul....
Not for me..but for anouther..whom I pray will read it..
bravo M,lady..
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Post by Halethala on Jul 29, 2004 8:28:26 GMT -5
*Smiles and awards her first place*  |
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Post by lordAbiyownah on Jul 30, 2004 18:24:20 GMT -5
wow..sorry..but this is like the fifth time I have been in here to read that poem...not many strike me so powerfully...but truly this one does..and it seems..each time dear Edfeil...it gives me a new perspective on it...
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Post by Lady Edfeil on Aug 6, 2004 7:43:10 GMT -5
Thank you all for your kind reaction. This is an 'older' poem. About half a year or so I think, and it's where my quote comes from.
Be soft of voice
and gentle of bearing
be kind of heart
and gentle of hands
Be bright as the morn
and still as the evening
within you they'll find
Gods love reborn.
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Post by Lady Edfeil on Nov 2, 2004 8:08:19 GMT -5
For all mothers
In quiet nights
and tireless days
you've worked or simply listened
In spoken words
or unshed tears
you've told a tale that glistened
A world you wove
of dutybound
and endless chores
unpraised
A tireless song
of simple love
and loving children
raised
for mother is
a name, a word
that carries deep within
A core of care
oft lifted up
in quiet suffering
Yet joys there are
and found in those
for each and every day
the strength
to carry on again
as children find their way.
((In praise of all the mothers here in Windstorm. Jas, Dream, Letha and everyone else. Thank you.))
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Post by Dream Loxley on Nov 2, 2004 8:16:07 GMT -5
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Post by Pensive on Nov 2, 2004 8:57:46 GMT -5
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Post by Lady Edfeil on Dec 11, 2005 8:24:15 GMT -5
This is an oldie... but perhaps the only one of my teenage poetry that I still truely like...
Your eyes are searching
Touching my face
The end of the road
Answers
Look above You
The stars reflect my eyes
The wind billows my voice
The water sprinkles my eyes
I am here
Within You I am
Around You, I am
I am I, I am You
Look around You, there I am
Look at Your face in the mirror, there I am
If You reach out, You feel my body
If You trust Your dreams, You will find My soul
I am here.
I am always.
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Post by Lady Edfeil on Dec 25, 2005 6:10:04 GMT -5
There is warmth in the land
joy in the hand
of friends that give in good cheer
There is gleam in the eye
song in the sky
when those friends are gathered near.
There is love in my heart
a new years good start
Because all of you truly are here.
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Post by Lady Edfeil on Sept 24, 2006 15:03:09 GMT -5
I haven't had much time lately to write poetry. But this one is a prayer that you might like as well.
Loneliness
amidst a mass
of people gathered
loud.
Quiet words
are often drowned
by waterfalls of sound.
Pain
alone and lost
it seems but found.
Here at the foot
of Jesus'
cross, no need for
deafening sound.
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Post by Lady Edfeil on Nov 13, 2006 16:54:23 GMT -5
test
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Post by ~Eiluna~ on Nov 15, 2006 22:47:09 GMT -5
Wow... I don't think I've ever read all these... quite beautiful! Thank you for sharing... *hug
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Post by Lady Edfeil on Nov 17, 2006 15:58:06 GMT -5
Awww... thank you.
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That was simply marvellous!!
Very well done*doffs cap*
