Sunday, November 18, 2018

For my dearest C.B.

I am grieving the loss of you dear one, there is such an emptiness here now. I don't know where you are. If you have moved on and found true happiness then I am happy for you...but I would have hoped you would say goodbye. 
You have gone away from me before without explanation so you leave me wondering. 
I worry that you are perhaps ill or worse still, that you may have died...
but then you would be happy to be with your God.

I have no way of knowing, no-one to tell me how you are, what has happened, no way to reach out to you except from here...
It all seems so silent, final and I am heartbroken.

I was looking through my weblog today, you have been so much a part of it. Your messages and your kindnesses resonate here. Your presence can be felt in the words and the spaces between.

Our correspondence from the past still touches my heart. Ever since you made me aware of your presence all of those years ago, every poem, every word, every song and flower was for you. I have never known anyone like you before and never will again. What is there left for me now? I will always love you.

Much love, Dianne xoxo

Sunday, October 7, 2018

On A Lane In Spring

A Little Lane, the brook runs 
close beside
And spangles in the sunshine 
while the fish glide swiftly by
And hedges leafing 
with the green spring tide
From out their greenery 
the old birds fly
And chirp and whistle 
in the morning sun
The pilewort glitters 
'neath the pale blue sky
The little robin 
has its nest begun
And grass green linnets 
round the bushes fly
How Mild the Spring Comes in; 
the daisy buds
Lift up their golden blossoms 
to the sky
How lovely are the pingles 
and the woods
Here a beetle runs; 
and there a fly
Rests on the Arum leaf 
in bottle green
And all the Spring 
in this Sweet lane is seen.

John Clare -  1793 - 1864
For my dear friend C.B. wherever you may be.

Sunday, September 23, 2018

Springtime Feelings

I have all of the feelings of Springtime,
yet I struggle to find the words...
Ribbons of memories
of past Springs unravel, 
taking me to places
where happiness was found.
Yet the hedgerows have flowers
and berries will follow
The birds are still songful
and fragrant flowers surround
perhaps I will find the words
while these feelings still abound...

Prose - Dianne Dawes
For dear C.B.

Sunday, August 19, 2018

But a chance ...

“But a chance tone of colour in a room or a morning sky, a particular perfume that you had once loved and that brings subtle memories with it, a line from a forgotten poem that you had come across again, a cadence from a piece of music that you had ceased to play— I tell you, that it is on things like these that our lives depend.”
- Oscar Wilde
Cosmos Flowers

Saturday, August 4, 2018

The Risk of Love ...

The risk of love is loss 
and the price of loss is grief. 
But the pain of grief 
is only a shadow 
when compared with the pain 
of never risking love.

Hilary Stanton Zunin  

Saturday, July 7, 2018

Where Are You Mon Ami?

Where are you dear one? I look for you each day but cannot find a message from you or feel your presence? 
I miss you so much and I am concerned for your health and your well being! 
I hope you are not ill or worse? How would I know? 
Please contact me and let me know how you are? That you are well. I have no way of finding you over the vast distance which separates us. Please take care dear one. 

Much love, Dianne xoxox 

Sunday, June 17, 2018

See You Again ...

So let the light guide your way

hold every memory
as you go
and every road you take
will always lead you home.

It's been a long day without you,

my friend
And I'll tell you all about it
when I see you again.

Charlie Otto Puth
From the song: See You Again