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HENMESS
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  • South Africa
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The red sun sinks slow  into the sea And shipwrecks on the rocks below The clouds bloodstained remain And soften to a glow. There is no moon, but the sea is there The waves still come and go Hypnotic…

Posted on March 13, 2017 at 4:58am 0 Comments

The red sun sinks slow  into the sea

And shipwrecks on the rocks below

The clouds bloodstained remain

And soften to a glow.

There is no moon, but the sea is there

The waves still come and go

Hypnotic sound of water bathes my soul

Bruised and battered now, aching to know

Where you are, my heart’s beloved –

Are you near, or far?

Do you see me – hear my cries?

As I listen to the sea, do you hold my hand?

The…

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SEASCAPE

Posted on March 2, 2017 at 3:10am 1 Comment

SEA SCAPE 

I watched the waves retreat

In their wake, rainbowed foam,

Broken shells, pebbles tumbled

One lone feather lost by a seabird

For it is here that gulls come to be lonely..

I bent to pick it up, to hold, to smooth it..

Once it was part of the proud gull.

Now still itself, but what would it be?

An embellishment in a scrap book,

Or would it return to the sea?

To be tossed without purpose

For…

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DAYS SLIP THROUGH MY FINGERS

Posted on February 28, 2017 at 11:23pm 0 Comments

The days slip through my fingers

Like rosary beads unprayed

I cannot live without you here

To be with me, to talk to me

I wish you could have stayed.

My life is like a melody

But the notes are never played

For none but I can hear the notes

So silence echoes where once you were

Where once your laughter rang

And silent tears from unseeing eyes

Fall unseen into the dust of ground

Where once you trod, where once…

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VIOLIN

Posted on February 28, 2017 at 9:50pm 1 Comment

The violin wept it’s tears in the rain

Wept like a heart that is rent with pain

Wept of sorrows too deep to express

Whispered of longing too secret to guess.

Only the wailing wind and I knew

Of the longing too wide to escape.

I could not hold the music in my hand

To whisper, yes, I understand..

I know what it is to have my soul die

I know of pain that cannot cry

I know what it is to call out in pain

For a hand I cannot hold again…

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At 11:09am on January 26, 2017, Patience said…
Welcome to Widowed Village, Henmess. I am very sorry for your loss, but happy that you found us. You will find caring support and friendship here.
Here's the best place to start: Need help using the site? Click the help link at the top of the page. You can join the Groups that fit you to connect to others with similar experiences. Share your story. Take a look at our Forum discussions where you'll find meaningful conversations taking place. Come in the chat room which is available 24/7. I look forward to getting to know you and support you Here In Widville.
 
 
 

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