Created on 17 May 2010
by Nina and Rob Spaan.
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I wrote these poems at the first anniversary of Chris's death.
This is the one for Chris:
The crimson dops of my spirit
Shaped like hearts
With tears of silver shimmering alongside
Slowly cry eternally in their mournful refrain
Each one carries your life
The days and nights of your laughter
And your pain
Sadly saying what was known all along
And I look for you
Through the far reaches of the gold and purple sky streaks
As the sunsets softly carry you through the heavens
And still your questing soul
Swirling wind and piercing rain
Tell the story of bleak winter
And your amazement that you were
Ripped away and were not immortal
Pale sun weakly shines
Through the tall gums
Where I search for you
And send the golden cord to anchor you to my heart forever
Your music plays its melody and taps gently
At the crimson drops and silver tears
And death and loss and anguish
Smile their wry smile and linger awhile
Before they settle on the blossoms of Spring time
With their gentle hum of rebirth and renewal
Threading through the crimson and the silver
With the sounds of peace, love, wisdom and courage
Orange and red, crimson and black
Create the feathers of life that transport you on the journey of eternal peace
And give succour to the golden cord that guides you through infinity
And both binds us in our hearts forever.
This poem was for my youngest son Sam:
Tough and tender with an aching heart
You tread the bleak road
That loss has brought to you
My troubled boy
In your lonely journey
The bare branches and cold icicles
Beat upon your back and pierce your heart
The tempo rising as your spirit falls in broken pieces
On the horizon slow swirls of mist
Unfurl before you
Their creeping tendrils
Smoky and hazy in the barren icy waste
Curling gently around you
The golden bands of my love
Hold you in a soft embrace
And heal your wounded soul
Until the unceasing tomorrows
Heal the sepia memories
Smiling through your sadness
Into the bright sunshine of your future
Tenacious as always
Weighing your courage and your strength
And hefting both
To build turrets of peace reaching up like spires to touch the sun
The blackened edges of bitter sorrow
Regrow and make way for the mysterious green roll of the oceans
Carrying your tears
Leaving traces that glisten in the sun
My wish is that life
Thrown to you through the skies
On jet streams briming with hope
Brings you peace, healing and smiles.
Love to you all
Nina
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Hi everyone,
This group is for anything creative that you would like to share. I'm not a lover of poetry - find it hard to read and understand but somethimes it's a good way to get those images and words out of your head for a while.
kindrest regards
Nina
Julie McIntyre | 22 May 2010
‘A Mothers Heart’
A mother’s heart is broken,
No words of solace can be spoken.
Tears fall like the summer rain,
To ease away the endless pain
Only time can heal the memory,
Of the tragic death of our dear Lee
When sorrows time is at an end,
And the new buds of Life do mend.
Can the mother’s heart be at ease?
Now, a word of comfort please
Written by Valma Coad Lee’s Aunty
Julie McIntyre | 25 May 2010
A Love Song The mention of my childs name May bring tears to my eyes. But it never fails to bring Music to my ears. If you really are my friend, Please dont keep me From hearing the beautiful music. It soothes my broken heart And fills my soul with love. Nancy Williams TCF Central Jersey Chapter,NY
Maureen McKenzie | 28 May 2010
Nina they are beautiful, sad, and quite amazing. Through your heartache you’ve ‘discovered’ a hidden talent! Thank you. I’ve written lots, not poetry as such, but need to as a way of expressing my pain.
Take care, Maureen x
Rose O'Reilly | 06 Jun 2010
I write some poetry now. This is new thing for me. This is one of the poems I have written since Jack died.
The Firefly.
As I sat outside one night
Under our pergola,
To my amazement I espied
A tiny golden light.
I rose from my chair
And walked to the wall.
Look, look I said, it’s there.
The little glow of one sole firefly
flitting through the air.
Never, in all my years of living where we do,
Have I ever had the pleasure.
What made me see this insect
That belongs to natures treasure.
Now people will come up with all sorts of reasons,
It’s just the way things are.
Some might say ’It’s to do with the seasons’
‘Fireflys are coming back at last’.
But I have my own explanation
Of what happened in our garden that night,
When Toby & I were sitting there
And saw that little golden light.
We have a son who died, named Jack.
We miss our boy so much.
Life is so hard to stay on track,
When all we want is to have him back.
In my heart, I know he is still here.
I see him all the time.
I think Jack sent that firefly,
He sent it as a sign.
Jack was so thoughtful,
He loved to give gifts.
And do you know what,
That is just what he did.
He sent us that firefly
To flitter past that night.
Just a little tiny glimpse of pure golden light.
Julie McIntyre | 15 Jun 2010
Rose that is a beautiful poem, not only did it come from the heart it was also a sign. I would love to have that poem written on our
I dreamed a dream group. Julie xx
Julie McIntyre | 15 Jun 2010
Our Brother Lee
Our brother Lee has left us
he’s no longer by our side.
So cruelly stolen from us
We’ll never know quite why.
His family, friends and loved ones
Are standing side by side
Here to show their love for him
And remember days gone by.
His family,friends and loved ones
will miss him all their lives
And always will they love him
and ask that question; Why?
NO SENSE, NO JUSTICE, NO REASON WHY
Just this sad, lonely, empty space
And that question; Why?
Our brother Lee has left us
He is no longer by our side
Sweet memories are all that’s left
Of grand old days gone by
For now he cruises on his Duke
On the highway in the sky
Looking down on all of us
With a sparkle in his eye
And waiting there for all of us
To join him by his side…
RIDE ON THE LEGEND.
Written by Lee’s Aunty Barbara
Rose O'Reilly | 11 Jul 2010
This is something that a friend of my daughter wrote for her in the lead up to her brothers birthday date last year, when she was struggling. Lauren was particularly close to Jack and has a hard time with the realty of his death. Lauren had not turned 20 years old when Jack died.
Jack, You There.
Jack, I know your sister Lauren,
A better woman you could not find.
Beyond her years in wisdom,
And a calming energy you can’t deny.
Some days I see her beauty,
Assured it captivates the world,
Though some days I see a sadness,
Seems waiting to unfurl.
I worry Jack about her,
Cause sometimes her light is gone.
I worry Jack about her,
I know exactly what is wrong.
She battles with the forever,
The fates have deemed to be.
She struggles with the reason why,
That touches the core of me.
I know that you don’t know me,
But I feel you standing by.
I ask that you embrace her,
And allow my friend to cry.
She needs to find a level,
Between this grief and pain.
She needs to find a balance,
And talk to you again.
She harnesses her troubles,
Keeps them bottled up inside.
But her head and heart are screaming,
An emptiness since you died.
I’ll tell you what, she does her best.
What an amazing gift of song,
Half the time she is with you,
She disuises what is wrong.
You know her love of dresses,
Those vintage, feminine and chic.
You know her help of others,
She really is unique.
Please help her Jack, she needs you.
Battle you she may,
Hold her hand and guide her through,
To the brightness of a better day.
Lauren, sometimes you have to stare something in the face to let it go, so it can come back and keep you warm when you need it. Love Helen.
mum of five | 13 Aug 2010
have you heard the song
THERE YOU’LL BE by Faith Hill?
It’s from the soundtrack of Pearl Harbour.
i think it has beautiful lyrics
I heard it on the radio one day and had to ring the radio station to see what it was called.
Some of the words are:
When I think back on these times
and the dreams we left behind
I’ll be glad ços I was blessed
to get to have you in my life
When i look back on these days
I’ll look and see your face
you were right there for me
In my dreams I"ll always see you soar above the sky
in my heart there’ll always be a place for you for all my life
I’ll keep a part of you with me
And everywhere I am there’ll you be….
I keep a list of songs that I need to play when I’m having a ‘not soo good day"
It’s my inspiration list and I have a good cry, but feel better at the same time!
xjan
Judy Hibble | 03 Feb 2011
Beautiful poems and lovely lyrics.
I found this poem on the internet.
The beautiful poem by Henry Scot Holland, although written many years ago remains relevant today;
Death is nothing at all, I have only slipped away into the next room.
I am I and you are you, whatever we were to each other, that we still are;
Call me in my old familiar name, speak to me in the easy way which you used, put no difference in your tone, wear no forced air of solemnity or sorrow.
Laugh as we always laughed at the little jokes we shared together.
Let my name be ever the household word that it ever was; let it be spoken without effect without the trace of shadow on it.
Life means all that it ever meant; is the same as it ever was.
There is unbroken continuity, why should I be out of mind because I am out of sight?
I am waiting for you, for an interval somewhere very near just around the corner; all is well.
Take care
Judy x
x
mum of five | 07 Apr 2011
Recently, when a group of us South Aussies had a get together at Hahndorf we were talking about songs and I mentioned the LIghthouse by Amity Dry. It’s a beautiful song she wrote about a friend who had passed away:
The first thing is the silence,ringing in my ears
Waking up from a dream to remember you’re not here
and some days I’m so lonely I can barely even breathe
then something will remind me that you’re still right here with me
Chorus
and you’re the lighthouse leading me home
guiding me through every storm
and you’re the sun that shines on my face
the warming embrace, the light of my day
your the lighthouse
I long to hear your laughter, to look into your eyes
and I miss the way we used to talk until the sun would rise
and some days I’m so angry you were taken far too soon
but I know you’re right beside me and you’re carrying me through
chorus
and I swear that I can feel you
your breath upon my skin
and whenever I need you I can hear you whispering..
chorus
your’re the lighthouse leading me home…..
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ANN LEWIS | 18 May 2010
Nina, the poems are beautiful, and painted a vivid and sensitive picture in my mind. How clever you are, have you ever had anything published? I attend a creative writing class, but I’m not a poet, I don’t have your imagination.
I’ll find some pieces that I enjoy, and put them on here soon.
Thank you for creating the group.
Love Ann x