Saturday, October 10, 2015

Thursday, October 8, 2015

The Emptiness of Your Silence...

In the quiet of early morning
Before the day has begun
I think of you
And wonder how you are
It has been quite some time
Since I have read your words here
You may not think of me now
But to me, your words
Hold the warmth of morning sunshine
I miss you, I miss your friendship
And hope you will find it in your heart
To return one day
For I find myself lost
In the emptiness of your silence
A feeling of coldness pervades
Where your warmth once was
I search for some comfort
In the memory of your words
For that, it seems
Is all I have of you now…
Wherever you may be
Whether you are alone
Or if you have found love
I hope you are happy
And your life is complete... 

Prose - Dianne Dawes ... ♥
For my dear friend C.B

Sunday, September 20, 2015

There is a place...

There is a place
Where I go
When lost in my thoughts
A place of sanctuary
When in thoughtful repose
Surrounded by flowers
The suns warm glow
The song of wild grasses
And natures boundless flow
A place where just ‘being’ is enough…

Poem - Dianne Dawes ... ♥
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Thursday, September 3, 2015

A Fragment of Hope

His presence was both a source of joy for her but also one of uncertainty, for his visits were brief and far apart.  The happiness she felt would be short lived as he would leave all too soon.  The time together passed so quickly, her feelings once more put on hold. When one feels the warmth of happiness we don't want it to end and to end so abruptly. The sound of the clock ticking made her anxious and sad as she knew that his time of departure was imminent. She, never knowing if he would return again but holding on to a little fragment of hope in her heart that he might… but at each parting the pain of disappointment and doubt.

Dianne Dawes ... ♥
Image from Internet - Source Unknown 

Tuesday, August 18, 2015

Another Season Passes...

Time passes so quickly
While you are away
The cold of Winter will soon be gone
The sweet beauty of Spring beckons
When the days will come alive
With the warmth of sunshine
And songs of birds
New buds will blossom
And colour the meadows
Their fragrant flowers scenting the air
Small insects will flit from flower to flower
Skimming over ponds and brooks
Leaving little ripples on the surface
Their gossamer wings shimmering
Like jewels in the sunshine
The soft breeze will stir the wild grasses
Carrying their soothing song near and afar
The trees will be newly leaved
In anticipation of Summer
And Summer will follow soon after
Another season will pass too soon.
Where are you dear one?
It seems too long
Since I have read your words
There is an emptiness in my seasons
Without your presence here...

Prose - Dianne Dawes...♥
Spring Meadow photograph by Nic Cairns 
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Monday, August 10, 2015


“There is nothing I would not do for those who are really my friends. I have no notion of loving people by halves, it is not my nature.” 

Jane Austen - Northanger Abbey
Painting of Jane Austen from Internet