Thursday, July 11, 2013

Was That You?



In the early hours of the morn
I felt your presence pass my way
Again I felt your warmth once more
At the start of yesterday
So close you were, yet far away
You left no message, you left no words
Was there nothing at all to say?
Two seasons have passed
Since you went away
In all of that time
I have looked for you each day
Amongst the branches of our tree
Hoping you would be there for me
No small folded letter left for me
I miss your friendship, I miss your words
I miss the closeness that we shared
Was that you in the silence of dawn?
Who came my way but did not stay.

Poem - Dianne Dawes
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43 comments:

Giga said...

Bardzo tęsknisz za bliską Ci osobą, co wynika z wiersza. Śliczne zdjęcie do niego dodałaś. Pozdrawiam.
We miss your loved one, due to the line. Cute photo of you gave to him. Yours.

♥●• İzdihër •●♥ said...

This is one beautifully written poem.

MARTY said...

beautiful poem Dianne !

http://youtu.be/m0ExU0Sup5g
"let's just be glad we had some time
to spend together"
life goes on...
bisous dianne

Mirthe Duindam said...

Lovely Poem, dear Dianne.
Warm greetings, Mirthe

Elia said...

Wonderful!
your words sing through your pen, your heart and form a beautiful poem, as usual you always do, but this one is special!

a kiss,
beware of cold ...
I spent ten degrees for you, now here we are at 32, can not stand.

^ ^

Evanir said...

A coisa mais linda que Deus fez em mim,
foi minha capacidade de amar essa força só me trás esperança
é minha razão de lutar e vencer cada obstáculo , que surgir em meu caminho.
Com certeza não saberei explicar o jeito
maravilhoso do tratar de Deus comigo.
Que , esse final de semana seja abençoado ,
que grandes feitos você consiga realizar .
Que , seu caminho seja repleto de luz e
e esperança .
Que , nada venha atrapalhar seus sonhos
e se torne a em doce realidade .
Quero , agradecer o carinho , que recebo de você
de todo coração.
muita paz para seu coração.
Beijos e afagos na sua Alma.
Carinhosamente sua amiga pra sempre ,Evanir.

Leovi said...

A very nostalgic poem, tenderness plenary feelings!

J Cosmo Newbery said...

Very sweetly, wistfully, written.

Perhaps it was the tooth fairy?

Anonymous said...

Is not one entitled to solitude? The freedom to decide one's own fate? A fool of a woman made much fun of me. I shall not forget readily. You know that she spoke senselessly in her mania. It hurt me greatly. I won't hide it. It's true that you've understood from the beginning the things that mean much to me. However I expected more from you. Like a tree. Which one visits. You know the exact place. The paper is folded into. Gently placed. Into its deepest heart. It's true, I do not tolerate foolish questionings that betray a lack of discernment. Propriety of occasion. It should have been. Obvious. I was diverted for a while. In time. I think. Perhaps. Maybe. But. Silence. Has always. Been. My closest. Friend. Why. My eyes. Are. Blurring. I wish so much. An end to bitterness in my soul. I fear my silence will be violated again. So. I sit in this room of wait. Look. Nowhere. Feel. Nothing. Let things happen. Things then happen. She said to the judge that all men are weak, sometimes. It's not true that they are wicked. But it wasn't a weakness of mine. It was a clear conscious decision. Wistfully. I looked away. Still. You have busied yourself. You write well and from the heart. What else is there but the heart? Nothing. Write. For me please. If only to alleviate my pain. There's a lot of people in this room. Where did they come from? I don't know them. The Polish are proud. They have no right to be. He was a modest and kind man in reality. He was just different and was judged for that. They judged him for shining that light from across the street from the half-open window. It was too bright for them at that time. I go now.

dianne said...

Yes dear one you are entitled to your solitude and to decide your own fate, I have never told you what to do or how to live your life.
Yes, a fool of a woman did make much fun of you and me. I wonder did you encourage her in this folly, I have asked myself this question many times, she seemed so convincing. She hurt me also with her stories, her mania, her hysteria, her betrayal of my trust and care as I was concerned for her welfare...but most of all because I lost your trust and friendship.
She did not stop with her hysterical words after you had left she kept on and on with her mischief. How was I to know whether she was being truthful or not? You were not here to tell me any different. She made me very ill and your sudden absence made me feel as if I had been completely betrayed by you and abandoned. I am sorry if she hurt you. Your last post was filled with anger, hurt and bitterness and you knew I was nothing like those women you were describing. Why was I being punished for her hurtful behaviour towards you. I was left to console her, while I needed consoling myself.
You seem to forget so often that I have a gentle heart, I am not a designing woman, nor is my sweet nature contrived.
What more could you expect from me, I have been a tree with your words placed gently into the deepest places of my heart. I have never stopped caring, I have been here for you all of the time, I have forgiven your behaviour towards me many times because I feel with the heart and feel no bitterness or anger.
She convinced me that you two would be together and though that broke my heart I resigned myself to that fate, if she was whom you wanted and she could bring you happiness that is how it would be.
If this was to be so, there still should have been room in your life for me, your ever-faithful friend.
Your last missive to me was friendly and gave me no indication that you were to leave so suddenly.
I have spent many nights in solitude, tears streaming down my face, mourning our friendship, missing you, wondering where you were. I did not know whether you were alive or dead, not until the middle of June when I saw your words written somewhere else. Not one word to me in six months but I did not give up on you.
Yes I do busy myself with my poetry, it is all from the heart hoping that you might one day think of me and read my words. I thought of you sitting under those star-filled night skies in Spain and wondered if you had ever taken a moment to think of me and how much I was hurting. I have looked for mirrors flashing, hoping for a sign. I have looked at blue skies, sun-filled days and hoped that you were well and happy. Yes, I will keep writing if only to alleviate your pain...but will you alleviate my pain or have you made a conscious decision as you have said to look away from me and go? I hope not. Yes, there are a lot of people in this room who have comforted and supported me in my sadness...they have helped me to go on.
Take care dear one, I hope your pain and bitterness subsides. I won't violate your silence, how can I, I have no way of reaching you. I am here if you need me, I hoped we would always be friends. ♡

dianne said...

Dziękuję kochanie Giga dla myślących słowy, zawsze są dla mnie pociechą.
Ciepłe pozdrowienia moim przyjacielem.

Thank you dear Giga for your thoughtful words, they are always a comfort to me.
Warm greetings my friend.

xoxoxo ♡

dianne said...

Thank you dear Izzy for your kind words.
Warm greetings, I hope you are feeling much better?
xoxoxo ♡

dianne said...

Thank you dear Marty for your thoughtful words and the link to the song.
The lyrics are both sad and beautiful, yes, life goes on, despite our hopes, wishes and expectations.
bisous Marty

xoxoxo ♡

dianne said...

Thank you dear Mirthe for your kind words.
Warm greetings, Dianne

xoxoxo ♡

dianne said...

Thank you dearest Elia for your sweet words, yes, this poem is special.
Yes, please send some warmth it is quite chilly here in the very early hours of Sunday morning.
I hope you get some relief from the heat.
Kisses sweet friend ^^
xoxoxo ♡

dianne said...

Evanir querida amiga, muito obrigado por sua gentileza. seus desejos amorosos e suas palavras mais pensativo, eu não sou digno de tal elogio. Eu sou apenas uma alma quebrada procurando algumas respostas na tristeza das minhas palavras, na esperança eu vou encontrar consolo ea felicidade que eu procuro um dia.
Deus o abençoe para que a pessoa bonita que você é.
Amor, abraços e carinho

xoxoxo ♡

dianne said...

Thank you dear Leovi for your thoughtful words, a nostalgic poem yes and absolute in its sincerity to reach out to someone in the hope that he would read my words.
Besos
xoxoxo ♡

dianne said...

Thank you dear J Cosmo for your kind words...no, not the tooth fairy, no teeth missing, all accounted for and there was no money under my pillow. :)
xoxoxo ♡

dianne said...

Also dear one, anonymous, perhaps you might feel that I have spoken too openly and too freely in my previous comment in this public space regarding the details of your sadness and unfortunate liaison. It was also my sadness,I don't like you to be hurt, I had little choice, I had tried to contact you to explain what had happened and to let you know that I was not responsible for her behaviour and any of her decisions in relation to you.
I had hoped to continue our conversation where it had left off on January 14th, I was looking forward to more news of your journey but you left so abruptly.
Please remember that I am a person with feelings,I am not an actor and this is not a script from a Kieslowski film, this is real, it is my life. ♡

foam said...

Dianne,
This certainly is a heartfelt and lovely piece of writing. No surprise, really, since it comes from a sincere and lovely person.
xo
xo

dianne said...

Thank you dearest Foamy for your kind and thoughtful words; the support from you and my friends has helped me to keep going.
Take care little sweet pea.
xoxoxo ♡

JUAN FUENTES said...

La poesia te ayuda y acompaña en tus soledades.
Abrazos

Leovi said...

Yes, there are dreams that give us back the essence of love ...
Besos.

dianne said...

Gracias querido Juan por sus amables palabras, sí mi poesía ayuda a calmar la soledad.
Abrazos mi amigo
xoxoxo ♡

dianne said...

Thank you dear Leovi , yes, there are dreams that give us back the essence of love and those which colour our thoughts so that we don't see the sad reality.
Besos mi amigo
xoxoxo ♡

Anonymous said...

I am not aware of which you speak in your latter post but I'm sure I'd have understood one's expressions of sincerity and noble intent. You always mean well. For me. I know. Of course, I had shared no interest in that which other party claimed but I refused to express my feelings at the time in question as I felt they would have been re-interpreted according to the way that individual would have chosen anyway. In the end, I wanted to walk out the room of noise. I had had enough.

Regarding stars. Yes. I was lying on my back in the heat and darkness looking at the stars. It was not far from Alcaniz. It was very hot. I was hidden, nude in the tall grass, yet I felt safe. I was there for what seemed an eternity. Surrounded by tall grass. A maroon blackness pierced through with bright tiny holes. Hours went by as I just lay there. Thinking. And then not thinking. Just drifting into slumber.

Moving on to something else, you may be interested in a viewing that I saw of recent. I gave it my full attention and I thought that you may like it too. You may have seen it already. There is a comment made of how seemingly insignificant things can, in the end, mean something more than that understood from the first encounter. While preoccupied with possible liaisons of the evening, there were also subtle gestures, movements, that others were making, not in secret but exposed to the eyes and consciousness of all company, and yet somehow, still secret in some other way, understood solely by the two who shared in a silent understanding, an understanding that was instigated by the polite request made by the gentleman for a further dance with a chosen lady. An accidental touch of a gloved hand could be misinterpreted so easily of course and one had to be guarded and show proper restraint. Being heard to speak excessively, noisily, out of turn or most grossly, being heard to laugh out loudly at the back of the ball room, well, it was fatal. Any demonstration, in fact, of immodesty or impropriety would endanger any progress made that evening. A moving together for a brief moment, a step back or a retraction of closeness - yes, these ebbs and flows were acceptable. I have muttered on too long, forgive me.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=01h8nFLsmB8

CB

Evanir said...

Que , Deus me de a força , que mais preciso.
Que , Deus esteja sempre comigo para guiar
os meus passos na longa e muitas vezes tão curta
caminhada da minha vida.
Que , Deus esteja contigo também iluminando
sua caminhada sempre com alegria de viver
sempre em paz e no amor.
Que , possa levar somente mensagem de esperança.
Que ,Deus de me a sabedoria para mudar as coisas que eu posso mudar,
paciência para aceitar as coisas ,
que eu não posso mudar e discernimento para saber a diferença,
Que , Deus seja sua fonte de água mais
pura.
Que ,Deus abençoe sua semana e a minha também.
Um beijo com meu eterno carinho,,Evanir.
Estou de volta li com muito carinho sua resposta.
Por favor és uma pessoa linda tenha certeza Deus é Contigo.

dianne said...

Dear CB, I am so pleased that you have returned, you know that your words are and always will be important to me. I thought you had turned away from me and I would not hear from you again.

No, you would not be aware of all the hurt and mania which still continued from that other party after you had left, though I had done my very best to help her and calm her. I too am grateful that the noise has finally stopped.

I often wondered how you were when you were on your big adventure. I hope it was all that you had anticipated, the beauty you had described to me. I thought of you lying under that vast expanse of sky looking at the stars, alone with your thoughts in the emptiness. It is good to hear that you drifted into slumber. I trust it was a sleep that refreshed. I hope you will share more with me one day.

Thank you for the link to the video of the Regency Ball, created to celebrate the 200th anniversary of Jane Austen's novel Pride and Prejudice. Sadly I cannot view it yet as my internet service has been temporarily 'capped'.
I look forward to it with great anticipation dear CB. A more genteel society, where there were rules of social behaviour. A time when one's attention to manners, restraint and subtle gestures had a far greater reward and happy outcome.
Take care dear one, I trust you will return again as the halls of Somersby Manor have been too silent of late. ♡

dianne said...

Dear CB, I agree, the subtle ebbs and flows of a romantic encounter are far more enticing and heighten the anticipation of what may eventuate for both parties. ♡

Fernando Santos (Chana) said...

Muito belo a imagem e o poema...Excelente....
Cumprimentos

Magia da Inês said...

⊱✿✿°

·.¸.•♪♪
Suave como um prelúdio!...
Lindo, muita arte!!!

Boa semana·..¸彡
♪♫° Beijinhos·..°♡♡
°❤❤ Brasil✿✿·..

Elia said...

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=a4WqaS84Sqw

music for this week !!!

besos

^^

dianne said...

Mais uma vez querida Evanir agradeço-lhe as amáveis ​​palavras e consideração e enviar-lhe os meus melhores votos para a sua felicidade e muito amor.
abraços e beijos

xoxoxo ♡

dianne said...

Thank you dear Fernando for your kind and thoughtful words.
Warm greetings
xoxoxo ♡

dianne said...

Thank you dearest Elia for your kindness and the link to this song, I will have to watch it later as I am having so many problems streaming videos.

besos ^^

xoxoxo ♡

dianne said...

Thank you dear CB for your thoughtfulness in sharing this delightful video with me. I have just now finished watching it. It has taken me an age since my computer streaming is so slow. I stayed up until 1.30AM this morning and then resumed watching the program again this evening.
Such a beautiful experience, yet another dimension to enhance the enjoyment of Jane Austen's novel. What an accomplished young woman she was.
I enjoyed every moment, such a wonderful experience for all those who made this program possible and all of those who were fortunate enough to participate.
I particularly loved the costumes, the gowns were superb, the fabrics and accessories, sumptuous. I had a particular interest in the costumes because I had studied the "History of Costume Design" in high school which included all of the Royal houses of England and their eras, as well as pattern-making, garment construction, needlework and embroidery. It was interesting to see the origins of the cosmetics used in those times.
The dancing and music were superb, I would have loved to join in. The candle-lit ballroom was decorated so beautifully, the soft lighting giving a wonderful visual atmosphere to the room, conducive to an enjoyable evening for all. The supper table with its candelabra, elegant silver servers and cutlery and food which was a work of art looked amazing. It was interesting to learn the great social importance of a ball and dancing to the people of those times. I have read a few articles regarding Jane Austen and the Regency period, some you have recommended to me. I have also read some books as I always enjoy some background knowledge of my heroines, their life and times and how they lived their daily lives.
This program was a great insight into her life and the time in which she lived, social graces, manners and much, much more. I thank you most kindly dear CB. ♡

dianne said...

Thank you dear Inês for your thoughtful words, a good week to you too dear friend.
Hugs and kisses
xoxoxo ♡

Antonio Machado said...

Hello Dianne,
the sun, the flowers, poem, art...
Congratulations and a big hug

JUAN FUENTES said...

Tu nubca estrás sola,tus amigo intentan darte ese calor que tu tanto necesita

JUAN FUENTES said...

S i las fotos de los girasoles te hacen feliz,te envio un campo llenos de eloos.
Un fuerte abrazo

dianne said...

Thank you dear Antonio for your thoughtful words.
A big hug for you too dear friend.
xoxoxo ♡

dianne said...

Gracias, querido Juan , nunca estaré solo, siempre y cuando te tengo a ti y mis otros amigos aquí conmigo.
abrazos mi amigo

xoxoxo ♡

dianne said...

Juan querido amigo, gracias, me encantaría un campo de girasoles, las flores para que se ejecuten a través, eso me haría muy feliz.
abrazos y besos
xoxoxo ♡