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How i didn't die too is a mystery.
Yet here i am, still breathing,
sometimes eating,
paying the electric bill...albeit late.
The dreams we had are defunct.
i nurture new ones,
tiny wooden ships on a sea of uncertainty
which my friends patch with Gorilla Glue when they splinter.
Not free, not easy,
but evidently The Way It's Supposed To Be.
i wake in the morning and You're still gone.
i make the coffee and try not to remember.
i work, and work, and run.
One day i'll run far enough to move beyond it.
Just not today.

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Comment by my roses on October 20, 2013 at 7:42am

my roses  20th October 2013   

He came in a dream 

Who is the man I walk with but who is not there.

Who is the man I awake to every morning and say

hello to his picture – but he is not there.

How do I see him everywhere, in the places where we walked before

Yet he is not there..


But suddenly on one cold morning after months of waiting

Who was that man that came to me in a dream and  found me

once again. 

I had wandered far and wide, in search of him who made

life worthwhile, whose heart beat with mine. But without

success and woeful tears .

Now everything rhymes.


But now I walked into his arms, enclosed in a familiar space

of love and  peace.  Resting against his handsome face

my head upon his shoulder placed.

Who is the man who hugs me now,  the light has returned

because he is here.

The man I  love has found me at last.  Restored all the pain of the

recent past.

 I know that  I need not fear about whether you are here or there.

For the mighty peace I felt   close to your chest.

Is the realisation that  I am blessed.

For who is the man I walk with now , the man I awake  to every

morning and say.  Beloved I love you .  I know you are here

For you came and you hugged me  and  I know you are near.


Comment by Patience on October 19, 2013 at 10:48am

"I make the coffee.. and try not to remember.."   ......."just not today"   


Comment by michr60 on October 19, 2013 at 10:40am

carolynne: this really hit me.  The wake up in the morning and you are still gone is how I feel each day.  You wrote beautifully.


Comment by AEDforever (Ali) on October 18, 2013 at 7:29pm

Just not today...but one day.  ((hugs)) my friend.

Comment by Mstexan on October 18, 2013 at 7:23am

Carolynne, the reference to your new dreams as "tiny wooden ships on a sea of uncertainty" is so beautifully descriptive and speaks to my heart.  Thank God for the friends and the Gorilla Glue!  Beautifully written...



Comment by Joyce on October 18, 2013 at 5:41am

Hugs Carolynne, love this, it's beautiful, thanks for sharing!

Comment by Morgana (Janet) on October 18, 2013 at 3:58am

(((Carolynne))) very well said.  I really don't think we can ever run far enough.  Someday we all will escape Widow Island and look back and wonder how we did it.  Sending you ((Big Hugs)) and positive thoughts your way.  May your days be softer.

Comment by WhereNow? on October 18, 2013 at 3:21am

This is BEAUTIFUL!!! I feel the urge to write something like yours, but I cry too hard to type when I start.  Just a really wonderful poem,  Kudos to you.  Maura

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