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Trailing RosesThere was a special place that I'd ride by,
Down the winding path to the beach.
On the wall of a house on a dune quite high,
Hung lovely trailing roses just out of reach.
An aqua blue sky was their background,
Making their soft petals of pink stand out.
Little fair maidens dressed and gowned,
Dancing in the sun, beauty never in doubt.
Winding around in a trail they weaved,
As memories of summers they make.
Reminding me of love in once I believed,
Lingering thoughts now too hard to take.
A haunting memory that just blows in.
It is always when you least expect it.
Do you remember my touch on your skin?
Embracing each other in a room candlelit.
Do you catch my scent on the winds that blow?
Are you hearing my voice in your dreams?
Do you see my face, does the love still grow?
Or feel me in lightening and moonbeams?
Love once spoken can never be taken.
Its memory ever waiting to be faced.
With a whispered kiss you awaken,
And a feeling of something misplaced.
Some come to play and only pret
Death of A MuseWhere are all of the words?
They used to come so easily.
Corralling them now like wild herds,
Instead of floating in quite peacefully.
Now, I am left in this vacant void.
A mindless drifting out to sea.
It was not me being paranoid,
Drowning in the lies you left me.
Numb and devoid of real feeling.
My heart is broken wide open.
Inside from pain I'm still reeling,
Not even a splinter left for hoping.
Love so fleeting could never be real,
Dismissed without even a thought.
You can't even tell me what you feel.
The lies sold to me not what I bought.
So easily you lie, talking a smooth game.
Only for your convenience or your gain.
Mark my words, you'll remember my name.
Darkness will come, and so will your pain.
You cannot treat me like I don't matter.
What you give out will find you threefold.
When the words ring louder than chatter.
As your life of lies spins out uncontrolled.
For you were once my everything.
Your whispers of love filled my soul.
But you aren't worth the pain you bring.
Trade WindsWhat is this love we've found?
So fragile, and yet so strong.
Drawn to each other like magnets.
With a pull so strong, it is undeniable.
Lost within each other's eyes,
Lost without each other apart.
Ever changing like shifting sands,
Washed away to come back again.
Eternal lasting love of two undying souls.
Reunited bodies of hearts never separated.
We've traveled universes across time,
Only to come back to each other again.
It blows in like a gentle breeze in the night,
Or shatters with the forces of trade winds.
At times, so cold, it can leave a chill.
Until again, serenity returns after the storm.
Always knowing, we will survive,
Finding our strength within each other.
Pushing and pulling with each ebb and flow,
Catching and lifting each other up again.
Trading the gifts we bring to each other,
Accepting the shimmer with the tattered.
We are and have all that we both need.
Feeling blessed and thankful for this wonder.
So we hold out our hands, and we embrace it.
Weaving the strands
Waiting for LoveThere was a day you loved me.
I could feel it strong and true.
But something now has changed.
It's not me you choose, but you.
Distance stays between us.
The tides no longer pull.
I'm waiting for you, love,
Do you think I am a fool?
When I love it's true and deep,
Sharing all with lots to give.
Needing to spend time with you,
Days and nights by which we live.
With you, all else comes first.
You work, you play, you date.
That I should be so grateful,
While you leave me here in wait.
I don't think that I ask much.
This is not how love should be.
How can you say you love me,
Yet not want to be with me?
I've given you my love,
In my heart, you'll always stay.
But only you can cherish it,
Or choose to throw away.
©2014 Carol Gregoire
Love's ChanceI let go of it all, giving my heart to love's chance.
Things should feel happier when on this ride.
Do I leave on the blinders and stay in my trance?
Or dive deeply head first into the darker side?
Time to be honest and glance in the mirror.
Find what is broken without any fear.
That in the glass is always much nearer.
Hold my head high and don't shed a tear.
I gave my heart freely without holding back.
I can't make you take all the love that I bring.
Maybe it scares you, or it's something I lack.
It could just be another tune you prefer to sing.
Do you pull away now to wrestle your own demon?
Are we pretending everything will be alright?
In dreams, do you hear the crying and screaming?
Wishing for just a little more sleep this one night.
Whatever your reasons, you choose not to share.
Keeping me at a distance and alone once again.
Lovers want to be together and their souls to bare.
Maybe it's time to withdraw and find my own zen.
You tell me your life is hard, and you will be back.
Encroaching DarknessLike a mist of fog, it suddenly appears.
It's always when you least expect it.
Even if it has been gone for years,
Awakening to find you can't reject it.
Why did you have to come back now?
Did you think it was something I miss?
Were you lying in wait just to see how,
As I listened to promises with a kiss?
Something now feels quite different,
Without words, nor rhythm nor rhyme.
Am I loved, or am I simply irrelevant?
Senseless doubt, or just killing time?
I try to shake it, but it's an arduous task.
Kicked down, so I have to climb back.
I fight back tears, and put on my mask.
Indifference, betrayal, it all leaves a crack.
Is it easier to let no one near my heart?
I close my eyes to remember your charms.
Heavy is the loneliness of many days apart.
Still wishing you will catch me in loving arms.
The encroaching darkness I cannot fight,
Or banish it with a wave of my hand.
Hoping it leaves peacefully this night,
As tides scattering shells on the sand.
©2014 Carol Gregoire
The Artist's MindEnjoying the breeze on this near perfect day,
Making me feel I've got something to say.
A spritzer of rain, some drops, not just one.
Somehow, they all forgot to tell the sun.
Clouds puffed and proud, piled double high.
White grey marshmallows in a blue azure sky.
Doves retreat to where they've been nesting.
I'm among the flowers, where I lie resting.
I absorb it all in, to help nurture my ideas.
My own playground, creativity without fears.
For I find there is art, no matter where I look.
In nature, on walls, or in pages of a book.
Especially now, with the colors of Spring,
It makes it so easy for me to do my thing.
Taking its essence to a drawing or photograph,
Or writing poetry to bring a smile, tear, or laugh.
A shade or a hue might inspire a collection.
Shapes and patterns find a whole new direction.
Embroidered with beads, woven into a bracelet,
Transformed into beauty by an artist's inner outlet.
For here in my world, it's never just black and white.
I can find inspiration watchi
For DianaMy heart is now breaking.
This day has turned too sad.
Life was once ours for the taking.
Some thought we were quite mad.
So ambitious and we were fearless,
Growing up in more ways than one.
Dancing till the night was starless,
And continuing far into the sun.
Leaving trails of broken hearts,
Hard-pressed to find the one.
Never worried, for we had smarts.
It was Peter who your heart won.
Watching as our children grow,
All beginning lives of their own.
Wishing they would always know,
All the love to them we've shown.
Love is all we really need to live.
It fills our hearts and all our needs.
We share all that we have to give,
Both in our words and in our deeds.
Time passes, with miles in between.
We had dreams to write our memoirs.
Dear friend, it's now your parting scene.
Forever loved, you'll now dance among stars.
©2014 Carol Gregoire
Grateful MorningUp again, much earlier than I planned,
I wipe away sleep and tame a wild strand.
The dog is barking; it's time for a stroll,
To chase brown lizards, or a green anole.
I can't go back to bed on this beautiful day,
So I water my garden and decide to stay.
As I watch a butterfly, along comes a dove.
He sings to me sweetly, and always of love.
Neighbors are scurrying to rush off to work.
That's no longer my world, and oh what a perk!
I can sit on my porch and watch cars go by,
With coffee, a waffle, and blueberries piled high.
A rogue paper bags bounces along the walk,
Where lies the remnants of hopscotch in chalk.
Then things become quiet, except for the breeze,
Just the swishing of fronds in tall palm trees.
Here on my bench with lots of pillows quite soft,
Tucked away from view in my own little loft.
Surrounded by orchids in many colors bright,
I think I may read, but instead choose to write.
Wanting to remember the beauty of this day,
Some words will stay, while others fly away.
Lost without your LoveThe rain is tapping lightly
outside on the tender leaves.
I look through the windonw
on this cool summer night
caressed by a gently breeze.
I am missing you deeply inside
staring blankly, into space;
curtains blowing softly
against my skin
tears of love, run down my face...
Staring, for the longest while
never realizing the passing time.
Trying to find the pieces
to make it right
the words, to make it rhyme...
For how can I ever tell him
let the deepest part of me show?
That I'm lost without his love...
How will he ever know?
Compassion Of The Heart...Come over here and talk to me,
I told my little boy.
"Oh mom I'm mad, my brand new friend,
stole my only toy!"
"My dear sweet son, it pains me so,
to see you so upset, but there's one thing
you ought to know, one thing you won't forget."
"Please mother tell me, what it is
this thing I ought to mind? Can I buy it, is it new
or maybe does it wind?"
Ah my son it's nothing new, it's been around awhile
It's something that I always knew, that won't go out of style!
Son, it's nothing stores can sell, or put upon a shelf,
it's not a truck or Lego set, or some poor garden elf.
Son there's some that don't have much,
your friend and many more...but we will find another toy,
in another store!
It's sad of course your toy is gone, theft is never right...
but think of how your friend might feel, without a toy in sight.
Of course he may have borrowed it, cause friends they often do
I mean to say what is a friend? What does that mean to you
ReflectionsLike silent raindrops falling
reflections, shown in tears.
The agonies and sorrows;
a picture painted clear.
Each one tells a story
in, such a way
compassionately, as to make you feel
what words could never say.
Watch them slowly falling.
Listen, with your eyes;
to the pictures, painted before you.
See them come alive.
So very colorfully dancing;
in full detail
one, by one...
On and on,
you can't escape.
The story is never done.
Holding onto YouLooking out through the window,
my thoughts, only I know...
Since the day I left you
it's been raining, constatly
for days in a row.
As I sit here watching
I quietly ask myself 'when'
will I begin to smile?
Will the sun start to shine again?
For love with you was beautiful
so beautiful....at one time.
You had a way with words
a way, of making them rhyme.
On and on, endlessly
your sweet voice filled the air;
making me feel the love you claimed
- though, it was never there.
Now here I sit remembering
sweet memories, of then...
Hating myself for loving you
and wanting you back again.
You WereYou were a moment of truth and beauty,
that once had touched my life.
You loved me, you really did;
now, I am paying the price.
Paying the price for ignoring the fact
you were so deeply involved;
as I selfishly left you alone with a problem
I knew only I could solve...
Now all that's left to my life is 'hope'
hoping and wondering,... if, and when?
Will those precious moments of truth and beauty
ever touch my life again.
Angel of SuicideAngel of darkness
angel of death.
I wear you tight to my knuckle
hold you close to my chest.
Black is your color
with a face I can't see.
I wait for your touch
to transform me...
Me into 'you'.
To die is to live.
Freedom in ebony
My song is a scream
my bed is a grave.
I sought peace and rest
but became I
...Now I can't go back
and my deepest of fears
flow quick from my eyes
transparent black tears.
'Hell', she runs deep...
Endless others like me
have sought an escape...
A Mother's WishI wish I could get in your head.
I'd visualize my wish for you.
Sadness starts to spread.
I feel badly that I've failed you.
Trying to get you to bend,
Yet I feel like I make it all worse.
I cannot be just your friend,
But don't want to be too terse.
I try, but I can't get through.
You close the door on me.
I'm struggling for a clue.
Help me to help you see.
Success does not come easy.
I've given you the chance.
You try to appease me,
But you refuse to dance.
Your life will rush before you.
You don't know what to choose.
Try each and every door.
I don't want you to lose.
Giving up or not trying,
Is not what you've been taught.
Frustrations, fear, and crying.
In this cycle, we are caught.
Learn to spread your wings.
My push will give you a start.
Work hard and draw from things.
Bring passion from your heart.
Don't close your eyes shut blind.
Things are not as easy as they seem.
Believe and seek until you find,
And never give up on your dream.
©2012 Carol Gregoire
dead dog julyI.
the summer heat lays limp in the city’s lap,
breathing long oppressive breaths.
it does not even lift its lolling head
to bark out hoarse indignancy
when a strange man brings the mail.
there might be heavy rain today,
brought by some swollen, murmuring cloud.
the world will whirl and howl,
then settle down,
to die a little more.
o, quickly, love,
press your back against the wall in fear
as the universe spreads her arms and
shuts her eyes
and starts to summon the end of all things.
come with me
to the place of windows full of speechless afternoon
hot windy whispers of half-formed solutions and resolutions,
sweltering sunlit meadows we’ll wander and then forget.
o quickly, love,
let’s to the season of forgetting
and unwind all of our harshest memories
and fill the universe’s mouth
with mute cotton.
i’ll whisper these words to you some evening
with all my exigency in the hand i rest on your arm—
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