Little Dreams

Little dreams
and pretty flowers
Dress the day
with happy hours
Thoughts float away
on gossamer wings
To a place
where hope still sings
Where wishes blossom
from buds to flowers
How I love
these sunny hours...

Poem - Dianne Dawes ... ♡

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I Hold You In My Heart ...

Your words to me are not forgot
Left to fade in space and time
For when I think of them they live again
Like flowers blossoming on the page
Their resonance caught in a heartbeat
Alive in the hope of a sigh
Your reflection captured forever
In the mirror of my heart
Though the distance between us is vast
You are never far from my thoughts
I feel your presence close to me
Though we seem destined to be apart
The memories create the poetry
I hold you in my heart ...

Prose - Dianne Dawes
Painting - Drifting Arbor - Elise Morris

Be Patient ...

“Be patient toward all that is unsolved in your heart and try to love the questions themselves, like locked rooms and like books that are now written in a very foreign tongue. Do not now seek the answers, which cannot be given you because you would not be able to live them. And the point is, to live everything. Live the questions now. Perhaps you will find them gradually, without noticing it, and live along some distant day into the answer.”

Rainer Maria Rilke - 1875-1926 - Letters to a Young Poet

This is my favourite quote of Rainer Maria Rilke, it teaches me patience when I am restless and lost, acceptance when there are no answers to my life's questions. I do live the questions, for many there will never be an answer, but life must go on and I resign myself to this. I cannot always have what I would wish for, though my needs are simple and few. Perhaps in his beautiful words there is a small glimmer of hope for some answers in the days ahead ... perhaps.

...♥...

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Sweet Spring Returns

 

Sweet Spring has returned

with her gentle grace

An ageless beauty

with her fairest face

She lights the sky

with pastel hues

A palette of white

and softest blues

She dresses the meadows

with flowers fair

Sweet fragrance and colour

everywhere

A warm anticipation

fills the air

As she weaves her touch of beauty

for all to share

She breathes new life

into sleeping trees

Soon to blossom

with new buds and leaves

Her gentle hand of beauty imbued

ensures the cycle of life again, renewed...

Poem - Dianne Dawes ... ♥

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My Memory of Spring

The soft morning breeze

Stirs gently through the leaves

And carries with it a song

An overture to Spring

A prelude of feelings

Stir within my heart

Of days remembered

Not forgotten

And the beauty they shall bring

Of sweet flowers blossoming

Their colours soft and bright

A fragrance all pervading

Enhanced by sunlight

Drifting over meadows

Carried on the wind

Over fields and hedgerows

Where nesting birds sing

Such lovely thoughts come to me

Of scents and sights and sounds

A tapestry of beauty

My memory of Spring ...

Poem by Dianne Dawes ... ♥

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The Heart That Gives

Perhaps my heart shall never be wrapped in the raiments of another's love again

It is not the end

It is but a passing sadness that must be endured for a time

Life goes on

Others shall live days

That I will never see

Or be a part of

The flowers of the field live on in all their wondrous beauty

Indifferent to the need for love

And the heart that gives

But does not receive

Loses nothing

It lives on

For it finds its own happiness

In its abilty to give....

Prose - Dianne Dawes ... ♥

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The Reality of Silence

As my hopes diminish

And memories become shadows

I am lost in the darkness

Searching for your light

Sadness consumes me

The loneliness of isolation

Overwhelming, too much to endure

My heart fades into nothingness.

There was something that once joined us

A closeness, a connection

A friendship I thought

I wonder, where is it now

Your words that once warmed me

Have gone, along with my repose

Sometimes a glimmer of hope

When I think of you

I reach out to capture the moment

But it fades so quickly

Once more you elude me

A light in the darkness

Like a candle burning faintly

Just beyond my reach

But the flame is soon extinguished

The reality of your silence sets in

I lose hope again

And feel the emptiness of it all

And return once more to the darkness

Alone ... 

Prose - Dianne Dawes ... ♥

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