The Gift (If I could cry)

She rests in reticence; her gift
Learned before she hardly knew
With eyes open and mouth shut she’d drift
Soaking up everything as she grew

The gift she’d oft take too far
Became a curse instead
Her mind “bottled up” like a jar
Full of words unsaid

Entrapped she thought of him
The one she’d always damned
His presence, too quiet and dim
Why? Would she ever understand?

And yet, it does rain for them
Though, sometimes not for weeks
Just so they can know for sure
The feel of wetted cheeks

One...your poem for Harv
Two...your writing talents.

May they both continue to shine!!!! PJ

I'd rather learn from one bird how to sing than to teach ten thousand stars how not to dance - e e cummings

i liked it a lot--you have a very nice way with words!!~ keep up the great work!

~saharara

Song_bird and saharara. . . thanks for your kind replys.
Have a great day!

And what did I do to deserve this??

Thanks, luvleetasha. This means a lot to me (though it took me how long to reply/read it?) that you took the time and care to write this. Thanks you. Well done.

My fave words:
She rests in reticence; her gift
Learned before she hardly knew
With eyes open and mouth shut she’d drift
Soaking up everything as she grew

The gift she’d oft take too far
Became a curse instead
Her mind “bottled up” like a jar
Full of words unsaid

Harv
So I lost my mind now I'm ready to find my way/Back home/Today/To stay/
The way you wished I would/And I swear/To stay/The way you wished I would
Train,I Wish You Would

Try this!

Well done. your talent shined with this piece.

Rico

"And yet, it does rain for them
Though, sometimes not for weeks
Just so they can know for sure
The feel of wetted cheeks"

This poem is beautiful. I feel ... reluctant ... to respond, because I am reading into it very far. But I love the idea that is presented in this final verse; that (as I read it) nature is able to provide some kind of emotional outlet, even when we are unable to release our emotions/words ourselves. Thank you for writing this, it also puts into perspective an experience I had a few months ago (totally unrelated) which reminded me that I can still cry until my eyes burn and my throat closes. That is an important memory for me. Well done, as usual.

the ephemeral
-bigsiste

The truth has bound us,
Tears and flames unite us
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Sometimes you're the windshield, baby; sometimes, you're the bug.