Hearts on Display

I see your face in the window

Admiring me from the distance.

Your smile beckons me gently.

We maneuver closer

our fingertips draw hearts on the frosted glass.

A soft smile, a warm touch

melts the chill

we stand still

gazing at love

like toys in the window.

A wish from some Christmas past

that never came true.

Is it me?

Is it you?

The door between us locked.

Who holds the key

to set us free

from the glass cage

through which we gaze

Untouched

Unharmed

Alone

DeAnna 12/2015

The Walk

Good morning my child;

It's always so good to talk.

Please take my hand now;

Let's go for a little walk.

I've missed our time;

I've missed your precious smile.

It seems life is keeping you quite busy;

You haven't been still with me, in awhile.

I know you have questions;

For many there are no words.

Yet I see them in your eyes;

I feel every one of your hurts.

You know I hold great things for you;

Yet you hang on to things that aren't my best.

Thinking somehow I've forgotten you;

Or maybe, this is some kind of test.

Oh sweet child, hear me;

I love you more than you can possibly know.

All that you aspire to become;

Requires each lesson, in order for you to grow.

I know it hurts at times;

But it is you ~ who I need strong.

The deeper the pain, the greater the purpose;

Remember… you are right where you belong.

Lay your head here on my shoulder;

Let my touch warm you deep inside.

Know I feel your joy and pain;

I hear each laugh and see every tear you've cried.

Slow down and listen child;

The answers are all found safe inside.

Stop looking everywhere around you;

My love is something I would never hide.

Hold your head up high today;

Stand and boldly sing your song.

What a beautiful person you've become;

Don't you realize?  I knew it all along.

Good morning my sweet, sweet child;

It is always so good to talk.

Keep your hand forever in my hand;

Let's take an endless walk.

DeAnna

When Cold Rain Falls

When cold rain falls upon the heart of life;

Flooding out the warmth of the sun.

Truth beckons quietly, from tears of pain;

Washing away debris, from what appears undone.

Sadness is but a wall between two gardens;

A dark path trod, devoid of little more than faith.

Benighted moments of searching for peace;

Oh for the scent of hope, to calm this wraith.

None are immune to pain in this life;

Seasons find each shadowed by darkness of a wall.

In time, each step forward will illuminate a path;

Out of color blind stones and an endless trawl.

Enjoy the garden, the color, the scent;

Memorize the pleasure, the joy and rife.

Moments of time are precious and cherished;

When cold rain falls upon the heart of life.

DeAnna Metcalf

9/2014

Blogophilia Week 29.7 Topic: When Cold Rain Falls

(Hard, 2 points) Incorporate a Kahlil Gibran quote or line

 “Sadness is but a wall between two gardens”

(Easy, 1 point) Include the phrase "color blind"

Treasures on Display

What is it you want from me?

I ask within my silent rage.

Do you seek to ensnare me

Hold me within your silken cage?

Decorated with precious jewels

Masterfully crafted, hues of every color.

You come to me in brilliant costume

A fine and princely man of seeming valor.

Stripped naked of your wardrobe

Majestically tailored with silver laden thread.

My mind questions what you become

At night, as you lay down your weary head.

Your mouth speaks a foreign language

One, my heart does not understand.

I know not whether to follow you

Or run hastily from the place I stand.

My heart seeks solace from the torrential rains

A quiet place to softly land.

So take me not to your palace,

If you seek only, more treasures, on hand.

Today is My Future

Happy to be a part of the first Hebrides Moon poetry challenge! 

The challenge is to incorporate the following list of words:

Oblivion, Mist, Path, Fool, Key, Belief, Chance, Trust, Future, New

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Today is my future

My dreams are what become.

My path is chosen with each step

Even those taken in oblivion.

Although my mind is clouded

With mist of yesterday.

What I choose this very moment

Is the direction I choose today.

We never get another chance

To stand again in this moment

The key is to unlock each new door

In front of us, here within the present

It is the fool who stands firmly

Between the door that should rightfully close

We stand guard to keep it open at times

Even when our heart already knows.

Trust in God to do His will

Your desire has been divinely sown

What chance is there to living in fear

Belief feels much better than unknown.

DeAnna Metcalf

9/14/14

Time Waits for No Man

Time

    offers dreams surreal

   

Enchanted

                ~easily taken for granted

    breathing life from the dark side of the moon.

Waits

     quietly for reasoning

    

 A recollection

                  ~maybe a simple reflection

     seems the answers never come too soon.      

For

     do you really know your soul?

    

What makes it burn

                   ~what makes you yearn

     Within the stillness can you hear its softest tune?

No

     one knows what card life holds

    

The king of diamonds seems quite secure

                   ~such an enticing, yet false allure

     The fall of an ace leaves a sure hand strewn.

Man

     chases a daring dream

    

He gets but one chance to live

                    ~time simply does not forgive

     for death is not the enemy, my friend,    

rather life endured ~ immune.

                                       

DeAnna Metcalf 2010

To Catch the Wind

Tender caresses across your skin

Breezes through wisps of your hair.

A feeling of freedom she brings to you

Her warmth washes away your cares.

Your head says you want to hold her

Keep the feeling close within your hand.

Maybe stow her away for some rainy day

When storm clouds gather again.

What pleasure can the wind bring

If you hold her within your grasp?

Only taking away, what you search for today

By the questions you can’t find to ask.

So for now, just fly with her… in time with her

Let her gale give lift to your budding wings

To catch the wind, would only leave you empty

And quiet the song, the zephyr softly sings.

                                                       

DeAnna

April ~ 2009

  

The Moment

There comes the moment

When you know it’s gone.

It’s time to let go

But you can’t move on.

An empty heart

Would be a relief.

Saved from this pain

Of unending grief.

Yet tomorrow comes

Brings another day.

With another sunrise

Once again, I pray.

Bring blessed peace

To this broken heart.

Allow a full breath

A real place to start

My hope holds on

Even in the tears

May my faith rise

Stronger than my fear

There comes the moment

When you know it’s gone.

You finally let go

You finally move on.

DeAnna Metcalf

 5/16/2012

She Sleeps

She sleeps

Breath seeps

Empty chairs

Silence stares

Burning white

Another night

Silent and cold

Secrets untold

Time passes

New glasses

Colors changed

Life rearranged

Passions blue

Once she knew

Stolen away

A kinder day

Hidden from touch

Costs too much

Stillness cries

No more tries

~ So for now ~

She sleeps

Shattered Illusions

The pieces lay silent on the floor around me

Paralyzed by a fear unknown

Sitting still upon the cold hard ground

Arms wrapped tight about bent legs

Silently…

~ I wait ~

Overtaken by foreign emotions

Understanding ~ violently ripped from my grasp

From where will the strength come

To rise above the dissipated wreckage that lay before me

Exhausted…

~ I wait ~

Questioning all reasoning

Words and memories flood my thoughts

Trying desperately to amass pieces together in my head

Tangled and spurned they refuse to unite with clarity

Inquisitorial…

~ I wait ~

The answers will arise

Life will return to a new normalcy

Painfully altered forever by this moment in time

Yesterday seems incredibly far away

Saddened…

Still

~ I wait ~

Rains of the Season

Silence turns from golden

when waiting for an answer

a verdict, a diagnosis

or the condition of one you love.

Instead silence equips a mind

with room for fearful wonder

tipping scales of hope...I quickly digress

an angry pendulum swings in my head...

void of precious rhythm

Powerless in the fate of another

So certain I know what's best

Anger builds from within

Turning, twisting, finally wilting from exhaustion

Wrapped in tear-laden, blue papers of sadness

Yet, strength comes from beyond me

Faith.

Knowing the outcome lay not within my shaking hand

Praying for quiet and the sweet grace to understand

my thoughts, wrestle violently with simple peace

Turning away from the fear that grips me

to what is in front of me now

still certain there is a reason

although purpose remains blind to me this moment

I know...

Rains come within their season

DeAnna Metcalf

Jan 2010

Leviticus 26:4

“I will send you rain in its season, and the ground will yield its crops and the trees of the field their fruit.”

Placebo

Moments in time tear at my solace

Thoughts of days past

Decisions made

Careless dreams cast

When I was just a child

Selfish motives bled.

Adventure snared my wisdom

Within a cleverly disguised web

No panacea for a curious mind

Longings tossed to and fro
Searching in emptiness for answers

Trading truth, for a deceptive placebo

Sometimes the lessons we learn,

Cost far more than we intend to pay

Freedom lost, broken hearts, a tortured and tattered soul

Dreams quietly die in wait, some are simply stolen away

We have choices to make in our life

To become all we desire to be

I learned the secret, isn’t a secret

And yes, it really does… begin with me.

For you my sweet child, I pray your peace

Learn to trust while still in your youth

Seek the answers within your own heart

It’s there, you will find the real truth

DeAnna

5/14/2012

One Wish

If called upon to make one wish

A plea required before the fall of night.

My wish would be for one of truest love

And wisdom to cherish this plight.

A love transcending all boundaries

Escaping all measures of time.

Forever in perfect rhythm

A faultless and melodious rhyme.

A love without expectation

Strings or roles defined.

A song of eternity, a sweet harmony

The gold resonance of voice refined.

The rainbow of no ending

Clouds silhouette softly against perfect blue.

A gentle breeze wistfully carries us

Beyond what we once thought, we knew.

You may think this wish a folly or fairytale

Maybe even something I’m asking you to do.

But my wish is to find this love within me first

Before it has anything to do with you.

~ DeAnna Metcalf ~