Mar
Literati!
We are down to posting just four or five more entries before we select our finalists, and why am I still surprised to see that many of you have chosen poetry to fulfill the contest requirements: write about Lost Love? This contest has been a lotta fun for me to post your imaginative entries. We will have a mystery trophy at the end, and don’t forget the winner also gets a Kindle.
Here is an excerpt from the email that Diane sent me to accompany this entry:
“The muse grabbed me this morning by the nose hairs and told me I had to write this. I’m not a poet which I explained loudly to her. However I have dabbled in it for fun. So here it goes – I am not a poet and I know there will be some who will probably be offended at my endeavors in writing poetry due to technical procedures on how to. Not my monkey. I’m tossing this in for the fun of it and to float the boat of the contest. I’m only interested in seeing reactions and honest critiques of the endeavor. Has to be a first time for everything which signifies the contest – Love and love lost – must have a first in order to know the second. In fact, in reality – I was listening to a song this morning and it drew my attention. I checked on what and who – Enya – Paint the Sky with Stars. And so it began.”
Paint the Sky with Stars
by Diane Cresswell
its amazing when Love walks in
there is a fire that lights up the sky
when love burns itself out
it leaves the soul ready to die
does Love no longer exist
where does it go when the heart it leaves
when it can no longer be recovered
gone within, gone… and the body grieves
I’d like to think that love has not gone
away from the heart and soul of us
it has a place to go in memories
flow like stardust instead of plain ol’ dust
our lives cannot be full without love
residing with the framework of heartspace
stars shine brightly within reflecting
that outward flies mirroring it in heart and face
love begins new, rages like a storm
fires of passion fills spaces between you and i
in time it mellows but the flame still burns
until at last the smoke dissipates to the sky
sometimes love lasts a long long time
with two souls harbored in the hearts of each
for some it is a lightning flash, a moment
insightful of possibilities then gone out of reach
love has many facets in its repertoire
of memories floating like stars on black velvet
each experience has its own impact
upon the heart… don’t forget or regret
I believe every moment that love walks
in our hearts no matter what it takes form of
we live fully, breathe deeply, passionately,
tenderly, caringly, alive on wings of a dove
yet love and hatred walk hand in hand
one is positive the other is negative
each is part of the same coin
each plays a part – emotions of take and give
when love leaves or is lost with another
the scene shifts, emotions rise, the mind is sorrowed
from the release of love’s arms, dropping deeply
forgetting the promise made to love is… borrowed
I don’t think love is lost only put into a jar of hearts
ready to be released again and again its magical ride
bringing forth the fullness of passion love’s potion
releasing the shining star within that no longer can hide
I send love upward and outward at its close
I see love not as something ephemeral as cars
as I know it will come again and again
that is why I paint the sky with stars
Diane, I am so glad to hear how you just threw your second thoughts to the wind and wrote a wonderful poem!! I did the same recently and found it a fun challenge…mainly because, I don’t write poems normally and don’t consider myself a “poet” (although I love to read poetry, seldom have I penned any). A good encouragement for us all to jump out of our self made boxes and explore different genre’s…..
A beautiful account of love …. I especially like your word picture,
“I don’t think love is lost only put into a jar of hearts”
Thank you Miryam. So glad I’m not alone in jumping outside of our safety zone. The song really set the tone.
It is amazing when love walks in. I loved this when I first heard it. Everything has a heartbeat, even when you can’t hear it. Indeed every moment… love walks. thank you for this beautiful reminder. Perfect song Diane. Funny how love shows up or maybe it was just unleashed from that magic jar.
Ah the magic – its written in the stars. Thank you – your perception puts a smile on my face.
For someone not practiced at the craft, the writing encircles the meaning of the words, caressing core ideals, and gives shafts of light on the unexpected.
You’ll get your wings for this.
Thank you – you caught the intent. Knew you would!! Wings??? Well have to wait and see if they develop. Teehee!!