Saturday, May 1, 2010

Set Yourself Free

If you find that once more you have been forgotten
Left behind and set apart
If you find your heart is broken
Then seek no more the idle path of love
For it is the road to disappointment
And its rejection, a long and cold torment . . .

Seek your consolation elsewhere
You won't find what you're seeking there
Find your solace in the beauty of the trees
For now has come the budding of May
With the beauty of its new leaves

Look to the blossoms of Spring and Nature
To bring forth your happiness and peace
For their beauty will never disappoint you
But fill your heart with contentment which is sweet

So be done with love forever
Give it wings and set yourself free
Don't be tempted by its whispers
For love again for you will never be
For its seeds of regret are sown within your heart
Only to grow and cruelly tear it apart . . .

Poem by Dianne D. ♥

Image: New foliage on 'Lemon Scented Myrtle', My Garden


Anonymous said...

awesome poem, d

it is brilliantly brief

but i somehow doubt
that we're gonna see it
soon on a mother's day card

× × ×


Percy Bisque Silley said...

Just drop off the key, Lee
You don't need to be coy, Roy
Ya just make a new plan, Sam
And set yourself free.

"There Must Be Fifty Ways to Leave Your Lover" Paul Simon

dianne said...

Thank you dear /t.

So pleased you liked my poem of resignation and acceptance, time to set free any fragments of hope that I still held.

No, it is definitely not suitable for a Mothers Day card. :) xoxo ♡

dianne said...

Thank you dear Percy

He was not my lover,he was my friend, but he has left me just the same... but I understand the sentiment of the words and their message and I do have a new plan ... forget about love and look to Nature for happiness. xoxoxo ♡

foam said...

you have outdone yourself, dianne .. this is beautiful!
the loss of a beloved friend and friendship can be very painful.

isn't it nice to have friends that are constant then?
good, true friends are a source of happiness and peace too .. :)


dianne said...

Thank you dearest Foamy

The sentiment of this poem was not easy to write, it is painful to externalise the feelings of hurt, disappointment and resignation that someone I cared for so much is not coming back ... no matter how much I wished that he would return and as he assured me that he would.

I feel now that I am just a gullable, romantic fool and should not place too much hope in the words of some, no matter how kind and sincere they seemed to be, making it so much more difficult to let go ... and even as I write these words I feel that I am doing him an injustice, such was his effect on me and he is such a good person and I would not ever want to hurt him ...
Yet I wonder does he ever think of me as he said he would, or realise how much he has hurt me with his absence and silence for such a long time now ...
Better to try and forget, for it is futile to hold onto a hope that he and his friendship will return to me, after all of this time it is just wishful thinking.

I should just put my hopes in something which is constant like the beauty of Nature and stay with the friendships of those who are constant and always here for me.

xoxoxo ♡♡♡

Kathleen Scott said...

The storm, then the light. Grief, later hope. Life in your own time. You'll find what you need when you're ready.

Hope your autumn brings peace and rest for the winter.

dianne said...

Thank you dear Kathleen for thinking of me and for these lovely words and your very sweet message of encouragement.

I just have to stop wishing for the impossible, grow up and stop fooling myself; life isn't so bad, today was a perfect Autumn day and I did find so much about it to enjoy. xoxoxo ♡

Leovi said...

Encuentro el poema muy intenso y muy desesperanzado respecto al amor. El amor a veces deja heridas tan profundas que tardan en cicatrizar. Si no se tiene un buen antibiótico a mano esas heridas pueden ser peligrosas para la salud. La belleza de la naturaleza es uno de los mejores antibióticos, pero no hay que olvidar que en la vida hay aún una gran cantidad de personas bellas.

Leovi said...

I find the very intense poem and much desesperanzado with regard to the love. The love sometimes leaves wounds so deep that they are late in cicatrizar. If a good antibiotic is not had to hand these wounds can be dangerous for the health. The beauty of the nature is one of the best antibiotics, but it is not necessary to forget that in the life there is still a big quantity of beautiful persons.

dianne said...

Thank you dear Leovi , yes thsi poem is very intense and there is a lot of desperation, that is how I was feeling when it was written. I am fine now, we sometimes cannot have what our heart desires and we get very hurt. The beauty of Nature is a good antibiotic/ antidote for heartbreak; it is true there are a lot of beautiful people in this world and one day I hope I can find one who will love me for who I am.
Gracias mi amigo. xoxoxo ♡