Words of Love Unspoken

I closed my heart
Not to feel you 
Or the love that welled 
Inside just for you
And my eyes shut tight
Not to see you
To quell the desire
That I felt in your sight
Turned my face
So I could not want you
Your written words
Had touched me so
To hide the tears
Of heartache
The one's that so often fell
The many hours in silence
Alone without you
Sadness my only friend
And finally with resignation
I closed my lips
not to whisper
The waiting words of love
I wished to tell ...

Poem - Dianne Dawes

For dear C.B.

Reposted from 2011

Stay close ...

Stay close to people who feel like sunshine. ✨

For dear C.B.

Flowers are always a good idea ...

"Le bouquet de Jonquilles" 1950

 Robert Doisneau 

French Photographer - 1912 -1994

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Thinking of the Past

 

I was feeling quite nostalgic this morning and thought of this music. It brought back many memories from the past...memories of how much you and your words mean to me. 
For dear C.B.

"Thinking of the Past" by mdeman

https://youtu.be/hwYDIX2lCNM

Magnolia image from my garden

Flowers for a Friend

Flowers from my garden.

For my dear friend C.B.

For my dearest C.B.

I am grieving the loss of you dear one, there is such an emptiness here now. I don't know where you are. If you have moved on and found true happiness then I am happy for you...but I would have hoped you would say goodbye. 
You have gone away from me before without explanation so you leave me wondering. 
I worry that you are perhaps ill or worse still, that you may have died...
but then you would be happy to be with your God.

I have no way of knowing, no-one to tell me how you are, what has happened, no way to reach out to you except from here...
It all seems so silent, final and I am heartbroken.

I was looking through my weblog today, you have been so much a part of it. Your messages and your kindnesses resonate here. Your presence can be felt in the words and the spaces between.

Our correspondence from the past still touches my heart. Ever since you made me aware of your presence all of those years ago, every poem, every word, every song and flower was for you. I have never known anyone like you before and never will again. What is there left for me now? I will always love you.

Much love, Dianne xoxo

On A Lane In Spring

A Little Lane, the brook runs 

close beside

And spangles in the sunshine 

while the fish glide swiftly by

And hedges leafing 

with the green spring tide

From out their greenery 

the old birds fly

And chirp and whistle 

in the morning sun

The pilewort glitters 

'neath the pale blue sky

The little robin 

has its nest begun

And grass green linnets 

round the bushes fly

How Mild the Spring Comes in; 

the daisy buds

Lift up their golden blossoms 

to the sky

How lovely are the pingles 

and the woods

Here a beetle runs; 

and there a fly

Rests on the Arum leaf 

in bottle green

And all the Spring 

in this Sweet lane is seen.

John Clare -  1793 - 1864

For my dear friend C.B. wherever you may be.