Image via Magpie Tales i won't be leaving here with you nor will you be staying with me for any longer than you see fit that is just the way of it it is the silent refrain of my being i won't be leaving here with you but i will stay, until my time is done as your ceremonial chosen one no, this won't be my last tour though it is the first time i won't be leaving here with you shh, now, darling. this is what i do i see it in your eyes, our time's drawing to a close. please don't mind the tears they come, they go, it's true... i won't be leaving here with you Rene ~ December 8, 2012
Yes!
ReplyDeleteWe find sanctuary within each other. We know this as children but through careful teaching we forget.
DeleteMe, too, kiddo. Right now, backyards are the best place to find it. Smiles. So nice to see you at Poets United!
ReplyDeleteThank you! I promised myself I would make time to write. So far so good. For now.
Deletecompassion and backyards, yep, I like that especially as they can be a place to escape to. I guess our poetry blogs are a little like back yards. I did enjoy your poem, Rene and, oh, yes I also enjoyed reading on your blog too, quite humourous in places.
ReplyDeleteI'm glad you're enjoying my writing, Julian. It's all over the place stylewise
DeleteOh yes, Rene! Oh yes!
ReplyDeleteI love the vision of compassion as sanctuary.
ReplyDeleteHow safe that word "Backyard" is and it brings back such happy memories of my childhood.
ReplyDeleteVery powerful "cut through backyards" great take on the prompt
ReplyDeleteMe, too. This poem surprises me by doing exactly what it says!
ReplyDelete"and / happen whatever the weather"...This definitely leads to peace. Beautiful.
ReplyDeleteWhat a wonderful burst
ReplyDeleteI like Julian's thought that our backyards are little sanctuaries. Your words are brief and succinct!
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