My Poetic Path

my journey…shared in poems, prose and photos


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Vanished!

Geraldine:

After seeing a beautiful little girl sitting alone in a store doorway yesterday, while her parents (I’m assuming they were her parents) were sitting a long distance away, having lunch and not even watching her closely ; I felt compelled to reblog this poem/post.

So many of these tragedies may never have happened, if parents/guardians had been more diligent and careful.

Seeing things like this bothers me so much….

Beware, the danger and the predators.

Originally posted on My Poetic Path:

Gone in the blink of an eye.

The empty swing, still swaying in the afternoon breeze.

Leaving only questions and despair.

As life fades to black.

 

Beware, the predators.

Waiting, seeking their innocent prey.

Silent, evil power.

Shrouded in the persona of non-descript and ordinary.

Seamlessly blending with the mundane of:

“just another day”.

 

A young life, cut short.

Precious sons and daughters.

Never to be replaced.

 

Toy soldier, standing guard.

Dolls, sitting on a shelf.

A film of dust, softens the lifeless features.

Untouchable.

Constant reminders of unbearable loss.

 

Gone in 60 seconds.

As if a wisp of smoke.

Another troubled soul.

Rises up to join the sky.

 

Be wary, be diligent, be ever on guard.

Code-Amber.

May this loss.

Never be yours.

 

“Vanished” © 2008 Geraldine H. Hartman

Photo courtesy of Flickr

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Happy Mom’s Day and a Poem for Mine

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Helen Ruth Hartman

♥♥♥

Happy Mother’s Day to all the moms out there. :)

And a big hug to everyone who is missing their mom today, as I am. 

The poem below is one I wrote for her a few years ago.

Sending hugs and kisses to you, mom. 

You are always in my thoughts and  in my ♥ .

♥♥♥

Blue Butterfly.

Finally free to fly again.
Up above.
Far from the troubles and sadness.
This world had been for too long.

You are with me…
Day by day.
Tangible.
Your presence stronger than ever.
Your touch, always within reach.

As you flit among the flowers and the trees.
Sharing your beauty.
A miracle of grace and rebirth.
No longer sadness, only joy and release.

As the spring becomes the summer.
May you bask in the warmth you loved so much.
Skim the lake, savor the scents, seeing clearly.
And being all that you were, once again.

Up in the blue, blue skies.
And in my heart.
Forever and unchanged.
Blue butterfly.
You shall remain.

***

Dedicated to my mother:
Helen Ruth Hartman, who passed on in May 2007.

‘Blue Butterfly’-poem © Geraldine H. Hartman 2008


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Light a Candle, Say a Prayer, Make a Wish…

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How well I remember this lovely ritual from my childhood; visiting our small, neighbourhood church.

Now, I send out this wish to my blog friends:

That you will find the true wonder and magic of this beautiful season.

And may all your wishes for the new year come true.

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PS: I am taking a short blog break.

Will be around to visit at your blogs and then, see you next year! ;)

Photo courtesy of: Flickr


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It’s Not All Ho Ho Ho and Good Cheer

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Christmas:

A magical time for many people.

But for so many others.

It’s not about the ho ho ho and good cheer.

The holidays bring to mind the good times and memories, from years past.

But often, these are tinged by the sadness of loss and longing.

To relive the days of laughter and fun.

With family and friends close by.

Basking in the warmth that can only come from within.

It’s about the homeless and hungry.

The neighbour, struggling with their first year of being alone without a beloved spouse.

The disabled, in all the forms that constant burden can take.

Someone spending their holidays in bedside prayer.

Those who have lost hope, for whatever reason.

The unseen scars, not apparent at first glance.

Bottled up frustrations, fears and disappointments.

The wasted years, the regrets and wrong turns.

The things that won’t be changed, now.

The eyes speak volumes.

They can often tell us so much more than a smile on someone’s face.

Not a smile from the heart.

But there because it’s required and expected.

To “suck it up”.

To be strong.

To just, carry on.

But the pain is no less real.

So much need.

Give a hug, say a kind word, smile at a stranger.

Find a way to really help, this year.

To make a miracle happen.

For someone who needs one.

And who may have given up, on believing.

It might be small.

It might not be recognized or tallied, by some organization’s:

stats, quotas or newspaper photos.

But it will be tallied, all the same.

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Photo courtesy of Flickr


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Wait for Me

Scanning the early morning light.
She slowly climbs the stone stairs.
As another day dawns.
Pale grey horizon.
Sea spray fills the air.
Salt: bitter taste on her parched lips.
Mingles with a wayward tear.
                           
Turbulent, ominous sea.
In control and in command.
To take away
and
hopefully
to
Return.
 
“Wait for me”
His last words.
Eyes so blue, kind and sure.
But even then….
sharing their last embrace.
She sensed the darkness.
Drawing near.
 
Now she stands and stares.
Flaxen hair,
strays wildly from her crimson cloak.
Hands cold with fear.
Clutching the rails of the Widow’s Walk.
Breath comes hard.
Fighting her greatest fear.
                                        
Memories.
Holding his love close.
Wrapped in the veins of her heart.
Sensing him.
Wanting him.
Her one and only.
Precious and dear.
 
“Wait for me”
She whispers in reply.
 Trembling in the cold, biting wind.
Powerful needs of body and soul.
Dreams so fragile.
If only to glimpse his ship.
“Please God, oh please…”
…soon to be here?
 
Out on the ocean.
Dark and deep.
Furious, mighty waves.
The elements.
Sailors of the deep, calling.
These enemies surround him.
                            
He stands alone.
Stalwart, tall and brave.
Eyes facing.
Heart racing.
Homesick.
Homeward bound.
                    
Drawn…
clinging to comforts.
Seeing her warm, welcoming smile.
Fragrance of lilies, fading.
Sighs and sorrow.
As another day returns to the night.
 
“Wait for me”
He shouts in vain;
 to the rain-drenched, thundering skies.
My everlasting promise:
to return to you.
Once again.
              
Love.
Will remain.
            Love.            
Will sustain.
              
“Wait for me”
 
***

 “Wait for Me” © 2008 Geraldine Helen Hartman

from the poetry book: My Poetic Path

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Sharing with this Sunday’s Poetry Pantry at Poets United. 

A favorite poem of mine from the archives. Hope you enjoy it too.

***

PS: Many years ago, I walked these same stairs, to the Widow’s Walk of this much-visited castle; while living in Victoria.

Even now, I remember the feeling of being there and standing in the presence of those passed on. Spirits so real, perhaps still waiting.

***

Link to the original post with reader’s comments

Photo taken at Craigdarroch Castle, Victoria, British Columbia courtesy of: Flickr


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RIP Lou Reed

Sad to read of Lou Reed’s passing this past week at age 71.

He was a legend in the music world for such a long time.

Joining quite a band on the other side though. :)

I wish him a safe journey into the light.

One of my all time favorite songs: Walk on the Wild Side .

That sexy voice and unmistakable style, will live on forever.

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