forgottenmeadows

thoughts from my mind to yours


Summer’s End

As summer officially comes to an end today, thought I would repost this. Please click on original, thank you! 🙂

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It came

quietly

like  a gentle breeze

in the crimson sky

that touched the leaves

with a drop of red

like sweet whispers

walking on cool sand

of memories built

in little tokens

as we watch the green fade

and the petals fall

on the meadows forgotten

paying tribute,

to summer’s end.

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Sunset Reflections

Quiet contemplations

with the open skies

thoughts drifting

with the moonrise

as the heart sways

to unknown tides

pulling its strings…

With gold touching the abstract mind

We seek and we find

ourselves

getting lost

pondering

nothings and everything

beyond the horizon

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First Flash Fiction – She Slept In

She had always been an early riser. She liked the feel of the morning light touching her face… It was the cleanse for her mind…She loved watching sunrise. But that morning, something was different… The blankets were too comfortable, and her body seemed to have found that perfect spot on the bed…so when he had called her softly, to go on the morning walk, she muttered something unintelligible and gone back to sleep.


Then the phones were ringing and the doors were banging and her world had turned upside down. He was hit, there was blood everywhere, they had taken him to the hospital…it was a hit and run. She hung up the phone, they had declared him dead. Was this a dream? Was she still sleeping? She did not want to wake.

 

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Listening

When did the world stop listening?

You did not know…

for that chaos that used to be your mind,

had reluctantly calmed down that night,

leaving you in silence both inside and out.

 

Your hearing was getting worse each day,

but why did the world not hear what you had to say?

Did it need a hearing aid as well?

You did not know…

 

The long years you had travelled on this earth,

hearing the sounds of night and day…

hearing, the rivers flow into the ocean’s tides,

as the wind blew hard making the trees sway…

hearing, the twigs crush underneath your feet on the forest floor,

hearing, the drums in the thunder of the distant shores;

and the soft rain by your window…

hearing always hearing,

hearing, your mother’s soothing lullaby,  

the whisper of your love in your ear,

the cries of your children when they were sick,

the laughter of your grandkids rang loud and clear…

hearing always hearing,

until now…

But when did the world stop listening?

You did not know.

 

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* It has been very hard to watch my grandfather slowly lose his hearing. We are very close and at 96 his mind is still strong but old age gets the better of him somedays…and he doesn’t want to have long conversations cause he can’t hear everything on the phone. This is inspired by my grandfather and others grandparents out there…even though you may feel like the world is not listening…we are. ..and we always will.


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Flame

The silent flame of your forgotten dreams,

burns quietly in the soft rain of tears,

comforting your heart with hope.

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