by Mary Etta Metcalf
i had a dream but it meant naught...i had a vision that failed to come true
my heart cried for the loss it felt...not understanding why it should feel that way
i stood on the banks feeling the pain...wondering if it meant anything at all
do we survive from the losses of life...or does our spirit fly away
i saw what life held in store for me...i fought it...i denied it...but couldn't stop it
it taunted me with my visions of doom leading up to my demise...i cried
i felt alone no one to comfort my aching soul...life can be cruel...only in dreams
do we survive from the losses of life...or does our spirit fly away
are we ignored for the words we say...can anyone see the magic there was
must ones feeling not count in this world of self...while others slowly wilt away
ideas to disappear...never more to be...because one didn't understand the words
do we survive from the losses of life...or does our spirit fly away
if we could...then words should be allowed...emotions to be free...shoulders offered
backs are turned...words become meaningless...feelings dashed upon the rocks
ones feelings diminished...not worth the ideas flowing from the mind...tears falling
do we survive from the losses of life...or does our spirit fly away
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ABOUT THE POET ~
i write out of love for words....the style i use is free verse, where i can create who i am..., i began writing while i cared for my mother, who had alzheimers, as a form of therapy for me....when she died, the poetry stayed with me....now i write about everything....life...love....betrayals....philosophy...nature...fantasy and some dark poetry....where ever my fancy seems to be at the time....i use my personal knowledge and experiences with a lot of them, i am a very private person who enjoys my animals, my grandchildren, my children, when they let me, and the love of my life., several of my poems have appeared in the Taj Mahal Review and some anthologies....i have written three books of poetry, my first was my therapy book, all the poems i had written while caring for my mother called "When There Are Dragons There is Alzheimers". my second book "Through the Maze of Life" was the start of my growth, my third and most recent book is called "Thoughtful Whispers" poems of a growing poet.....my website is www.pegesus.weebly.com
Last updated August 10, 2011