Monday, June 2, 2014

Memories of You





My memories of you
Are like sunshine on flowers
Their brightness always
Lights the hours
When the days are grey
And you’re not here
I wonder why
Have you no words to share?
I look to the clouds
To wish them away
Hoping to find you
In the sun’s first rays…

Poem - Dianne Dawes ... ♥
Pink Poppy image from Arrowhead Blog
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44 comments:

Leovi said...

A wonderful poem , yes, full of romantic lighting !
Besos!

LE CHEMIN DES GRANDS JARDINS said...

Merci, Dianne pour ce poème délicat et touchant. L'amour nous fait écrire de bien belles choses.
A propos de coquelicots que les Anglais appellent poppies, voici une histoire les concernant.
Durant la seconde guerre mondiale, le 6 juin 1944 débarquèrent en France, les forces alliées (Américaines, Anglaises- il y avait aussi des Australiens - Canadiennes et Françaises) qui devaient libérer l'Europe des Nazis Allemands. Au mois de juin , sur les côtes normandes où se passa le débarquement, poussaient de nombreux coquelicots dans les champs qui bordaient la mer, et pour bien des soldats, ce fût la dernière fleur qu'ils virent avant de mourir.
Les Anglais en ont fait leur emblème pour les anciens combattants. Ils le porteront cette semaine à leur boutonnière, comme chaque année, pour célébrer leurs morts au combat. Ils fabriquent de petites croix en bois blanc,portant un coquelicot en leur centre et vont les planter en terre, sur les tombes de leurs amis disparus et regroupés dans d'immenses cimetières. Mais, il y a encore des petites tombes isolées dans la campagne, fleuries par les Normands depuis 70 ans. Et chaque année, on trouve aussi ces petites croix sur ces tombes isolées, preuve de l'attachement des Anglais à leurs frères d'arme.
Que ce soit pour évoquer l'amour, comme tu l'as fait, ou pour célébrer la mort, on voit que cette simple fleur des champs, est devenue un symbole fort de l'attachement à une personne.
Il faut savoir aussi, que chaque année de commémoration, des autorités Australiennes font le voyage pour les cérémonies, en tant que membres du Commonwealth. Cette Année, la Reine D'Angleterre sera présente aux côtés des Présidents Obama et et Hollande, entre autres.
Pardon d'avoir été un peu long mais actualité oblige, c'était une bonne occasion de parler de coquelicots, ensemble.
Bien amicalement.

Roger

♥AMBre said...

Une bien belle photo et tes mots le sont autant même s'ils évoquent le manque de l'autre.
J'ai toujours aimé les coquelicots, c'est une fleur qu'il faut apprécier pour sa fragilité et sa beauté, là où elle pousse librement.
J'ai lu avec intérêt l'explication de Roger, j'ignorais ce détail de l'histoire du débarquement, je le remercie et l'embrasse avec respect et admiration pour tout ce qu'il est, un artiste libre comme le vent qui fait onduler les coquelicots.
Gros bisous, Dianne, et merci pour le partage

Algodão Tão Doce said...

Olá amiga,vim retribuir sua carinhosa visita ao meu cantinho.
Fiquei feliz com sua doce presença!!! Obrigada!!!
Beijos Marie.

MARTY said...

your poem is so romantic and beautiful dear Dianne and the
poppies are just the right flowers for your words .
I wish you a lovely new month

Anonymous said...

THE BUS WAS WAITING THERE

You my biscuits in your pocket
I had last night's candle in mine
I told you not to bring your music
But you insisted, you always did

The bus was waiting there
But I decided to remain
You can always catch buses
They'll always wait for you

I watched you from the table
As you walked off into the sun
You insisted on taking your music
Leave it with me, I said to you

Did we meet again, I don't know
You had this habit of knowing
Just where you were going then
Or at least that's what I thought

Now it's four in the morning
The pigeons walk about for more
scraps and I'm still there
in the corner of the square.

Sui Generis said...

It is great to be left with fond memories of someone. It is also difficult to find a person with whom we could have experiences worth comparing to the beauty of nature. If we do chance upon such an encounter, it must be cherished forever.

Your poem is so sweet. <3

Olivier Violin said...

Chère Dianne,
Bravo pour ce très beau poème.
Je te souhaite une bonne semaine.
Bises.

dianne said...

Thank you dear Leovi for your kind words, yes, much romantic light.
Besos
xoxoxo ♡

dianne said...

Dear Roger , thank you for your lovely words, love inspires and ignites feelings and allows us to write wonderful things. The red poppy is very significant, whether to evoke love or celebrate the sacrifice so many have made. After all of the misery of war and the bloodshed, it is nice to know that the red poppy was the last thing of beauty that they may have seen before dying. The fields of Flanders and many other countries in Europe are covered with red poppies.Thank you for sharing all of this information with me, that pertaining to France in particular. We celebrate Remembrance Day here on November 11th, we wear red poppies and also on Anzac Day, April 25th, where poppies and sprigs of rosemary are worn for remembrance.
Thank you, yes the red poppy is a powerful symbol and it was so nice to talk about poppies and their significance with you.

xoxoxo ♡

dianne said...

♥AMBre cher ami, je vous remercie pour vos aimables paroles. Oui, les coquelicots sont ces belles fleurs, parmi mes favoris avec leurs couleurs vives et des pétales délicats.
Il était merveilleux pour cher Roger de partager tout cela avec nous l'histoire et la signification et le symbolisme du rouge coquelicot en France.
Gros bisous
xoxoxo ♡

dianne said...

Olá querida Marie , muito obrigado pela sua visita e sua doce presença aqui. Eu gostei da minha visita ao seu 'cantinho', tantas imagens lindas de se ver.

Beijos, Dianne
xoxoxo ♡

dianne said...

Thank you dear Marty for your lovely words, yes, the poppies are so beautiful.
Happy new month to you dear friend!
bisous
xoxoxo ♡

dianne said...

Thank you dearest C.B. for the poem and the link to the Main Square in Krakow, the architecture is very beautiful; the row of columns looked familiar.
Wonderful to watch the people coming and going about their day via the Webcam. The restaurant and cafe umbrellas, the trees, pigeons, bicycle riders, cars, delivery vans, the white coach and horses, such a busy place. Though I could not see a bus.:)

This prose has echoes of sweet Weronika, I wonder were you thinking of her when you composed this; for Iréne carried biscuits in her coat pocket and Weronika, her sheet music in a folder. Remember, she dropped her music folder in the Market Square in Krakow when one of the protesting students ran into her and knocked her to the ground.

I began to write a poem in response to yours about how I had caught three buses just to meet you, hoping you would be there. Just like the young man who missed two trains so that he could catch the train which was carrying his beloved, just to be near her and breathe in her perfume as she passed by.
As for me I have only ever been insistent about matters of great importance, not my sheet music. :)
As for your prose, I wonder if I walked off into the sun would you notice my shining, golden-brown hair? Would we meet again? I hope we would.
Is it a coincidence that my eyes are a greenish-brown; I have two coats one black and one is red? Once I did know where I was going but now I’m not so sure. But I know I would catch as many buses as was necessary to meet you, hoping you would be there.
And if it was four in the morning I would not leave you alone in the corner of the square with only the pigeons and one candle to keep you warm.
I hope you enjoyed my poem and the beautiful poppies?
Take care dear one, it was so lovely to hear from you once more.
Love and hugs
xoxoxo ♡

dianne said...

Thank you dear Sui for your thoughtful words.
Yes, it is lovely to have fond memories of a special person but so much more difficult to find someone who feels the same, who would put the same special significance and importance on having your love and friendship.
It would be so lovely to be cherished but it will never happen.
I am pleased that you liked my poem.
hugs
xoxoxo ♡

dianne said...

Cher Olivier, je vous remercie pour vos aimables paroles.
Je te souhaite une bonne semaine.

Bises
xoxoxo ♡

Magda said...

So pretty!

dianne said...

Thank you dear Magda for your kind words.
xoxoxo ♡

Leovi said...

It's nice to have memories that illuminate our interior on a cloudy day.
Besos!

dianne said...

Thank you dear Leovi for your thoughtful words, yes, it is nice to have warm memories, for they are all that I have.
Besos
xoxoxo ♡

ΚΙΤΡΙΝΟΣ ΡΥΠΟΣ said...

Diar Dianne,

Your memories are the first light in a sunny day.
Because when you "look at the clouds" there is always the sun of your words.

Warm Greetings from my family and my students.

Yannis Politopoulos

JUAN FUENTES said...

Tu commeentário és una pura poesia

Algodão Tão Doce said...

Palavras gentis podem ser curtas e fáceis de falar, mas seus ecos são verdadeiramente infinitos.
(Madre Tereza de Calcutá)
Obrigada pela visita carinhosa!!!
Beijos Marie.

Anonymous said...

Hi Dianne,

It is always lovely to read your poems. How are you? I hope you are well.
I'm sorry I haven't been in touch. I was trying to adjust to a new kind of life in a new place.

I'm again trying to write something. Lets see how it turns out.

Love,
Shweta

dianne said...

Thank you dear Yannis for your sweet and thoughtful words.
I write about my thoughts and feelings in the hope of bringing some sunshine and light into my life.
Warm greetings and thank you also to your family and students.
hugs
xoxoxo ♡

dianne said...

Gracias, querido Juan , eres muy amable conmigo.
abrazos

xoxoxo ♡

dianne said...

Obrigado querida Marie pelas suas amáveis ​​palavras, sim, os ecos de amor e amizade ressoar em todo o mundo.
Obrigado por sua visita aqui.
Beijos

xoxoxo ♡

dianne said...

Hello dear Shweta

Thank you for your kind words, it is so lovely to hear from you. I was thinking about you the other morning and wondering how you are. It would be a big adjustment moving to a new country and a new life. I hope you are well and happy my dear?
I am not doing so great at present,nothing too serious, I need surgery on my knee from a fall I had quite a few years back.
I don't know when that will happen but I hope I will be as good as new when it is done.

It would be very nice to read your writing again and to hear about your new life.
Love and hugs sweet Shweta,
Dianne.
xoxoxo ♡

Susan said...

I love poppies ! one of my favourites, beautiful photo & beautiful words. I'm sending you an email Dianne I wanted to confirm your postal address - I have one on file from 2012 ;-) lots of love from all of us & happy weekend ! xoxo from your sweetie Miss Itty Bitty Betty

Magia da Inês said...

°❤❤彡º°。

Muito lindo!
Perfeito harmonia entre os versos e a imagem.

Bom fim de semana!
Beijinhos.
Brasil
✿✿° ·.

Elia said...

Maravilloso amiga mía !!
que poema tan delicado, tan sutil,
tan lleno de amor...
la foto es una delicia también,

te felicito, eres una de mis preferidas poetisas ;))

Un abrazo en la distancia,
deseo que te encuentres bien, que la brisa de otoño te inspire en tus nuevos poemas,

besos^^

Betty Manousos said...

beautiful, tender words.
yet another great poem my friend!
be well,
big hugs!
xoxo

Betty Manousos said...

happy weekend~

p.s. thanks so much for your wonderful comment:))

J Cosmo Newbery said...

Sweet and wistful.

J Cosmo Newbery said...

Sweet and wistful.

dianne said...

Thank you sweet Susan for your lovely words. Yes, poppies are beautiful, one of my many favourites and there are many flowers which I love.
I have sent an email confirming my address and also some photos.
Have a wonderful weekend amongst your beautiful flowers, lots of love to you and Les Gang and a special kiss for sweet Miss Itty Bitty Betty. ^^
xoxoxo ♡

dianne said...

Obrigado querida Inês pelas suas amáveis ​​palavras, tão contente que tenha gostado do poema e as belas papoilas.
Tenha um fim de semana feliz.
Beijos
xoxoxo ♡

dianne said...

Gracias mi dulce Eliapor sus palabras bonitas y bien pensadas. Sí, mi poema está lleno de amor y estoy muy contento que amaba las amapolas, son muy hermosas.
Este poema fue inspirado en gran medida por los sentimientos de amor y afecto. Así que bueno saber que soy uno de sus poetas favoritos.
Mis abrazos para ti, espero que estén disfrutando de sus primeros días de verano. El clima aquí está empezando a enfriarse ahora, hay una diferencia notable en la temperatura, los vientos son bastante fríos.
Feliz fin de semana! ^^
amor y abrazos
besos
xoxoxo ♡

dianne said...

Thank you dear Betty for your sweet words, I have been lacking the inspiration to write lately but I am very pleased with the tenderness and warmth in this poem...from my heart.
I loved visiting your blog, always a pleasure.
Have a happy weekend dear friend!
love and hugs
xoxoxo ♡

dianne said...

Thank you dear Cosmo for visiting and for your kind words.
xoxoxo ♡

puerileuwaite said...

I prefer to approach with the sun's rays directly behind me. I learned this tactic from fighter pilots.

laurence said...

le poème est très beau, l'image aussi.
bonne fin de semaine Dianne
Laurence, Opale et SOnye

dianne said...

Don't turn your back on the sun's rays or get too close dear Pugsley you might get burned.
hugs little Pug!
xoxoxo ♡

dianne said...

Chère Laurence , je vous remercie pour vos aimables paroles et souhaits.
Opale et Sonye, vos chats sont si belles
Week-end heureux.
xoxoxo ♡