Saturday, March 31, 2012

An Echo From Willowwood.


"O ye, all ye that walk in Willowwood." (D.G. Rossetti)

Two gazed into a pool, he gazed and she,
Not hand in hand, yet heart in heart, I think,
Pale and reluctant on the water's brink,
As on the brink of parting which must be.
Each eyed the other's aspect, she and he,
Each felt one hungering heart leap up and sink,
Each tasted bitterness which both must drink,
There on the brink of life's dividing sea.
Lilies upon the surface, deep below
Two wistful faces craving each for each,
Resolute and reluctant without speech: —
A sudden ripple made the faces flow
One moment joined, to vanish out of reach:
So those hearts joined, and ah! were parted so. 

A Sonnet by Christina Rossetti
Water Lilies - Claude Monet - 1904

A special thank you to my friend Alexandre for making me aware of this beautiful sonnet.

Thursday, March 29, 2012

The Train and the Journey ...

Same time, same train, the same faces. Goes up. He is situated next to the door. Watches as every morning, the faces of his fellow travelers and smiles to himself. He is happy. Waits on the same platform every day, is located exactly where the third car is unloading the passengers. Expected. Bajan*. Up. She likes to be the last. He takes her perfume as every morning. Does not know that she has missed two trains to see him.

nervously looks at him. Does not know that he has missed two seasons for breathe.

A romantic short story written by Carmen Iglesias Vázquez; a crude translation from Spanish. Translations are not without their problems ... in the last line "Do not know that he has missed two seasons for breathe", it is my understanding that he too has missed two trains to see her and to breathe her perfume.
*Bajan - 'Down'

A special thank you to Mediterranean for introducing me to this lovely story ...♥
Train and Station Free Public Domain Image. 

Saturday, March 24, 2012

Song of the Wind ...

The song of the wind
Whispers through the leaves
And carries warm thoughts
Of your words to me

So many memories
We have made and shared
My thoughts carry me away
To the times when you cared

But no more time for sadness
Or what could have been
I only want the happiness
That returns in my dreams

To think our hearts came together
In the beauty of a tree
One heart touched the other
Oh sweet memory

But now you have gone
And I don't know where you are
Perhaps this time forever
Or will you return to me?

Whether near or far
Wherever you may be
There's a place in my heart
Where you will always be ...

Prose: Dianne D ... ♥
Image: Free Desktop Landscape

Sunday, March 18, 2012

Silence and Tears ...

In the chilling coldness of reality
When all hope of love has gone
How do I go on without you?
Oh how I miss you so ...

As the shadows of night enfold me
Alone with my thoughts once more
The feelings of loss torment me
And arouse all of my fears ...

Why did you have to leave me?
Now all nights will end in tears
No more precious moments
Someone else will share your dreams ...

It is too painful to imagine
I don't know where you are
You have left me here in silence
Alone with just my tears ...

My heart falls by the wayside
Along with my broken dreams
No hope of a tomorrow now
Not with you it would seem ...

In a cold and sobering silence
It takes its bitter blow
I really have nothing left
Even hope has deserted me now ...

Poem/Prose : Dianne D ... ♥
Image: "Alone" by Dianne D - Pencil sketch on linen paper - 2010

Wednesday, March 14, 2012

I Wish ...

No, I don't wish for the coffee.
He said: "Shall we go somewhere?"
She said: "Anywhere"
I think Paris would be perfect ... ♥

Thursday, March 8, 2012

Love Is A Whisper

Love is a whisper
I shall never hear from you
Those words will not
Pass through your lips
Spoken softly to me
In a disconnected silence
I wait for any words
And with pain in my heart
I know I wait in vain
I reach out to touch you
To take away the pain
But all I find is emptiness
A dark and lonely space
Love is a lonely place
When only one heart feels
A disconsolate silence
Where hopelessness is real ...

Prose - Dianne D ... ♥
Image - Black and White Portrait from WeHeartIt

Saturday, March 3, 2012

Coming Home

The green grass of the meadow
Calls me home to you
Its song a hushed whisper
Written on the wind
A longing, a surrender
It draws me closer still
Like a lost moment, found
I fall into you ...

Prose: Dianne D ... ♥
Image:Green Meadow Grass