Sentient moments
Veiled nemesis, from time past
Haunts a grieving soul
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A Poet's Diary
You are
narrated and chronicled
Within the secret diary of my heart
An abridged version
of you, tucked away
Among torn
and tattered pages of past
I can feel you here with me now
My heart
tethered to a ghost in time
You once
roamed freely in my sunlight
Childlike
belief, dancing in the summer breeze
I wrote of the clouds as they slowly gathered
Calling up the venomous, torrential
rains
And how you were seized
by the thieving current
Lost in the muddy
waters of time
I was told by some, you drowned one day
They pleaded fiercely with me, to finally move on
My unyielding heart held a tight-fisted grasp
Incessant searching,
believing, grieving...a poet was born
Turning to the pen and paper
A writer deluged
in the murky waters of past
Constantly seeking answers, if only the words would reveal
Plagued by a sating hunger. Unquenchable.
My prose, my musings...they collocate
on the dark, musty pages of yesterday
Serving as my passage to
The life (they say) I live today
DeAnna
Blogophilia
Week 10.9 Topic: A Secret Diary
Bonus
Points:
(Hard, 2
pts) Include a Haiku
(Easy, 1 pt)
Use the word “Sentient”
Beautiful and heart felt. I for one am glad you turned to writing - you certainly have been an inspiration to me.
ReplyDeleteThank you Tyler! I'm glad I've always had my pen and paper to get me through life. You certainly inspire me as well. That's what makes writing with a group so awesome I believe. I'm really trying to stay consistent...it would be nice if I'd make it out of my dark spell here, but I guess I write what needs to come out.
DeleteI enjoy dark writes and know yours cleanse things you need to lose. So seeing you write is always a positive in my eyes
DeleteMaybe one day we can do some light-airy collab and shock everyone
At least you have a pathway.
ReplyDeleteAbsolutely Christopher! I can't imagine my life without my writing release. Now that's a dark thought for sure! :-)
DeleteLeaving such an environment is advantageous, but you always reserve the option to revisit, as needed.
ReplyDeleteThey say you cannot go home again, but it is perfectly acceptable, if you are just passing through.
I like passing through every now and then...especially for a good poem. :)
DeleteAh yes...I think we all have our "roots" grounded somewhere, but they do not determine the direction you grow. :-)
ReplyDeleteThe pain comes through and that great inner strength - 8 points earthling
ReplyDeleteMarvin
Thank you Marvin! Always happy to see you stop by!
DeleteI think in the journals of our minds, we often keep a hidden diary of those we love. Beautifully penned, and I learned a new word today .. collocate. Indeed, a writer's friend. (((Huggs!!))) -Leta
ReplyDeleteYou are like me...I love new words! :-) What a great comment!
DeleteLove this dark, yet heartfelt poem. <3
ReplyDeleteIrene
Thank you Irene
DeleteBeautiful work, and the Haiku sets the stage. It seems hard to see sometimes how writers create. Pain can fuel beauty.. -Dave Raider
ReplyDeleteThank you Dave...always good to read your comments. So true how so much beauty has been born from pain.
DeleteBeautiful and sad. We tuck them away, but something always comes up to make us think of them again and sometimes it's beautiful and sometimes it's painful. That's where the writing comes in. Loved this, and love you so much <3
ReplyDeleteSuch wonderful prose.
ReplyDeletewonderful write DeAnna!! Wow such articulate emotion sweeping us up in your ride with past, present and future!! ~Christine W.
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