the last line is my motto and my favorite saying, it is bob's to... the top of that hill is middle age and once we get there, the down hill slide is really much faster than the climb was.
I love the stepping stones to the sea........not that easy to get over it when one has laid the trail with such heart. There is hope in the clearing skies and winking atars! Thank God for the beauty of the world!
You've painted the uphill stones to two hearts and the love felt from loss on the path, finally with the two trees symbolizing the love of two people. This is very deep and very well expressed Gail. Have I told you lately how much we love your posts here :) Best to you n yours.
How true that the best laid plans and paths of men never end up where we expect. I think that God has better plans for us than any we could craft, I've given up trying to direct my ways, watching things unfold is ever so much more satisfying. I've done my share of waiting by the shore for those who never came. Beautiful poem, Gail, I loved it!
I love when small words and phrases within a poem give clues ... in this case, 'stepping stones to the sea'... my imagination goes wild with ideas of where that man went ... and why he didn't return ... and the stars know something that the narrator doesn't ...
I have a pillow that says "Snap out of it." I like it, but I have learned since that I need to do a little grieving first.
Well done, Gail.
=)
October 2, 2013 at 3:15 PM
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For Magpie Tales
I laid the stones
One by one
Making the path easy
To the crashing sea
To the place
We deemed the trees
Stood for you
Me and our love
Below the stormy sky
I waited until
All was dark
You never came
Laying
Remembering
Your rough whiskers
Against my face
Clearing skies
Winking stars
All said Get over it
Move on
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Close this window Jump to comment formthe last line is my motto and my favorite saying, it is bob's to... the top of that hill is middle age and once we get there, the down hill slide is really much faster than the climb was.
September 29, 2013 at 10:13 AM
We've all been through this, and some more than once. Very well done.
Have a terrific day. :)
September 29, 2013 at 10:13 AM
You really paint a picture with your words.
Lynne x
September 29, 2013 at 11:07 AM
Sometimes the stars know best...
September 29, 2013 at 11:40 AM
Get over it and move on.. Love those lines..
September 29, 2013 at 11:48 AM
awww.
September 29, 2013 at 12:29 PM
Stars have seen it all before... :)
September 29, 2013 at 12:41 PM
I'm glad you finally noticed the signs!
September 29, 2013 at 12:51 PM
yep....get over it! That's for sure!
September 29, 2013 at 1:21 PM
The other side is a new beginning
September 29, 2013 at 1:45 PM
I love the stepping stones to the sea........not that easy to get over it when one has laid the trail with such heart. There is hope in the clearing skies and winking atars! Thank God for the beauty of the world!
September 29, 2013 at 1:50 PM
Well done, Gail. :-)
September 29, 2013 at 1:54 PM
Well done .. Yup one of my fave sayings "get over it" ! Thanks for sharing . Have a good day !
September 29, 2013 at 2:02 PM
Another . . . very good. I agree with someone above . . . you paint a picture with your words.
September 29, 2013 at 2:03 PM
Those fire filled romances always burn out too soon !
September 29, 2013 at 2:37 PM
loved it but wanted it to go on...and on!!
September 29, 2013 at 2:48 PM
You've painted the uphill stones to two hearts and the love felt from loss on the path, finally with the two trees symbolizing the love of two people. This is very deep and very well expressed Gail. Have I told you lately how much we love your posts here :) Best to you n yours.
September 29, 2013 at 3:08 PM
So sad... I feel the bleakness as much in your words as in the photo
September 29, 2013 at 3:19 PM
Wistfully languishing...
September 30, 2013 at 4:30 AM
A labour of love.
September 30, 2013 at 6:07 AM
That is very beautiful, Gail, and a labor of love as much as the laying of the stones was.
September 30, 2013 at 3:38 PM
Ouch that kind of memory longs for more...
September 30, 2013 at 5:32 PM
How true that the best laid plans and paths of men never end up where we expect. I think that God has better plans for us than any we could craft, I've given up trying to direct my ways, watching things unfold is ever so much more satisfying. I've done my share of waiting by the shore for those who never came. Beautiful poem, Gail, I loved it!
September 30, 2013 at 9:51 PM
Rather melancholy but well constructed.
October 1, 2013 at 12:57 AM
Moving on is sometimes easier said than done--huh?
October 1, 2013 at 4:08 AM
I love when small words and phrases within a poem give clues ... in this case, 'stepping stones to the sea'... my imagination goes wild with ideas of where that man went ... and why he didn't return ... and the stars know something that the narrator doesn't ...
October 1, 2013 at 5:07 AM
Lovely words, and the stars are so important to listen to their guiding ways and watch for every wink.
October 2, 2013 at 9:00 AM
I love the first stanza. We can try to make it easy...
October 2, 2013 at 2:42 PM
I have a pillow that says "Snap out of it." I like it, but I have learned since that I need to do a little grieving first.
Well done, Gail.
=)
October 2, 2013 at 3:15 PM