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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.
dissonance felt from butterfly wingsThis inchoate torpor guides me
When I see butterflies;
Bringing dour thoughts, bitter decrees
Broken dreams, lullabies…
Look at their wings; these poor, lost souls
Their bodies left here, to atone.
Look at their wings
Look at their wings
I am one, with spirits unknown
Ghosts, damned, this hell is all they see;
Fears felt, for those who die;
No hues of grey, in pairs of three,
Moan forlorn, mordant cries -
“None will come back, we are alone
Wraiths in a glass, static like stones!
None will come back
None will come back
For bright colours, this plight condoned!”
I nail once more; where it should be -
Where the body will lie;
“This dissonance is inside my
mind, ignore them” I sigh
A nail holds still, one more disowned
Joins the ranks, the words make it known:
“A nail holds still
A nail holds still
This corpse; its soul forever groans…”
*Red Dawn*Red vermillion dawn
Orange splash in sky
Blazing colours fly.
Open window watch
Dawn, what a view
Kaleidoscope of colour
Every single hue.
Under a TreeThe soothing waters of a lonesome brook
Are slowly rolling by,
As clouds above like wings of doves
Are soaring in the sky.
Beneath the arm of ancient oak,
When all the clouds are grey,
Those gentle waters cleanse my soul
And wash my fears away.
No diamond rings or jewels bright
Or heaven’s golden key
Could move me from that shady spot
Beneath that oaken tree.
.:The Breaking Path:.As you walk
the floor will crack,
Be weary of your steps
for you may never turn back.
You walk forward
You will not walk back
for if you do
your life you will lack.
And you will walk
you will follow the path,
watch the floor break,
and witness the aftermath
And I will walk,
I will follow the path,
watch the floor break,
and witness my aftermath
And the floor will break,
and you will fall,
fall into the black,
where there is nothing at all.
And the floor shall break,
and I will fall,
down into the void,
where there is none at all.
And you witness your mistakes
your faults in your life,
what you could have done,
to save yourself from strife.
And I see my mistakes,
all my faults,
all my pain,
realizing it's too late
to save what remains.
Yes the floor will crack,
the floor will break,
and you will realize
Night of August 26Night of August 26
A new tempest
That night the wind came shrieking through the dale
The cold heavy rain came cascading down
The people of the village closed their shutters tight
Not a soul could be found
Only silence and darkness round
The wind swept a gush of rain through a window
A spray of mist it had become
I led my love deeper indoors and we watched
Till by midnight the storm was gone
And everywhere upon the ground
There was cold pools of water to be found
Oft times I wandered long the paths
And I have seen the remnants of the storm
The pools of rain were like mirrors to me
I could see my face in every one
But fools came and swerved around
Beguiled by the reflection of the ground
I laughed at them when they had gone
I love this season for all it brings
I thrill to see the tempest rage
Quiet times indoors, it means
And lines of verse upon the page
Twenty Plume MothWith lacy wings spread out wide
delicate purples and white
a cloak made up of feathers
fanned in the evening light
long antenna angled down
matching the line of the wing
slender legs helping in flight
caught on the breezes of spring
fluttering among flowers
appears suspended in mid air
this strikingly beautiful moth
spreading its plumes with great flair!
© Lissie Bull 2014 All rights reserved
photo taken by iriscup found on DeviantArt
RaindropsThe rain falls down upon the ground
and the rhythmic beating of it’s sound
The water falls and weighs you down
The lone man’s face peers toward the ground
And the sun is no where to be found
As the rain falls no one is around
The pain and suffering makes you drowned
There is no escape as your smile turns to frown
The rain falls down upon the ground
Makes an outline of everything around
It washes the dirties of souls until it makes it clean
It lands upon your face but what does it even mean
Makes the jagged edges turn smoothe
Allows the mind wander and freely move
Washes away past anxieties
Hits you with the inspiration only found it dreams
The rain falls down upon the ground
Lays a pathway waiting to be found
But what does the rain mean to you
Which of your sense does it appeal to
As the footsteps slap against the ground
It gives of a special little sound
Garden MusingsWet, sprawling leaf-webs rise up from the seed,
Highways for red clay…green bowls, warm light hums
Giddy through every hollow…Washed by wind
One treelet rolls sunward with ardent limbs…
Pulp, pith, branch-fiber settle and turn firm
Bend into form; make spokes, evenly spaced…
Odd order joins profusions of thick veins,
Whose sea- and summer-looseness (just!) holds fast…
Only to break under a closer look
White speckles streak a fearsomely straight trunk
And small, sharp glints of blue-grey break smooth bark:
Four or so buds rose in just one night’s work.
I pluck them all, while living with the thought
Something is dying now that this tree shaped.
A smoke-grey leaf-husk twists—once—in my hand
Then drifts, to meet Earth’s indigo, and sleep.
Sapphire II can see nothing here, floating in a void,
the vast space encompassing beyond the sun,
blanketing its warmth, blocking the light from one
vision destroyed. I'm
collecting nothing in void beyond the sun,
where lost galaxies shall drift apart, avoid
each other and dissolve inside final void,
where they become none.
The BanyansA hollowed tunnel formed,
Surrounded on each side.
These trees they stand so tall,
Heights of strength and pride.
Their large looming shadows,
Menacing in the dark night.
By day, they are graceful dancers,
Pulling away to take flight.
Knotted for an eternity,
Held back by roots entwined.
Wanting to break free,
Beyond the roads that wind.
On the whisper of the winds,
Gentle breezes through them blow.
Fluttering their webs of leaves,
To touch the ground, they grow.
Find me where I wander,
Break these vines that bind.
Caress me in your silken cloak,
Release all worries from my mind.
Look up to see the sunshine,
Dappled on the ground below.
Feel the warmth of love,
In my face, the truth will glow.
©2012 Carol Gregoire
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