Open Poetry #13 |
Futile Thoughts Aside |
Sunnyone Member Ascendant
since 2000-07-06
Posts 5334Staffordshire, England |
Nothing would be left if you were gone... There wouldn’t be enough of me, to keep on keeping on... I know all this, but I can’t quit... I see the futile depths of it... But, still... I’m lost within a maze of dreams... And well aware how futile this all seems... But futile though it looks, my heart says try... To climb the mountains, swim the seas, then spread my wings and fly... I cry...I ache...and so I write... I try to never dream at night... I wake to find you in my mind, at dawn... This futile love helps me to carry on... And is it futile...or is there some chance? That someday you will come to me, and teach my heart to dance? Yes, in my mind that dream repeats... Our love is joined, our spirits meet... and for that moment, I can only pray... Let love’s futility just melt away... I know you let my being cross your mind... The love you send back to this heart, spans over space and time... Although, it seems a futile bliss, to have your love in ways like this... I can’t let go... It’s futile that I try... My lips shall never say the words... “Goodbye” Live...Love...Be grateful for both!! |
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Marge Tindal
since 1999-11-06
Posts 42384Florida's Foreverly Shores |
SunnyOne~ Hope is the stepping stone that carries us over futility. This is a lovely, heartfelt piece of writing. *Hugs* ~*Marge*~ ~*The pen of the poet never runs out of ink, as long as we breathe.*~ |
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JamesMichael Member Empyrean
since 1999-11-16
Posts 33336Kapolei, Hawaii, USA |
If we care for someone and they don't care for us it is a difference only the heart can settle...as our heart softens for them so must their heart soften for us...if not there is nothing left to share except the goodbye...James |
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suthern
since 1999-07-29
Posts 20723Louisiana |
We never know just what might be If we hold back, don't try Better to know the heartbreak And look back with heavy sigh Than go through life wondering And never really knowing What might have changed or been If we'd risked love's showing. Marge is right... hope is what sees us through wondering if our efforts are futile... and there is no gain with no risk. *S* Well done! |
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Mabel A. Dilley Senior Member
since 2001-03-17
Posts 859Seattle, WA, USA |
Such and endearing write. I felt the hope, the pain and a small tear. It is difficult to love one that is away from us. Love is such an action word. May blessings flow. "I am not now that which I have been." |
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