Linking to dVerse poetics where Amaya asks us to “cry me a river” with music.
why do i love you still
so deeply it hurts?
cry of man’s solo voice
breaks lonely hearts
sigh of flute’s minor-keyed
lament clearly haunts
try to release emotion in
sealed letters unsent
nigh insane from promised
satin nights unspent
fly to LOVE himself, the
primal truth unbent.
For me, this old song is crying put to music. To love is to be vulnerable and to risk not being reciprocated…but we love anyway and love is real; powerful, often painful.
The Moody Blues first recorded this song in 1967 and here they reunited to sing it again years later.
In my youthful innocence, I first thought the words were “knights in white satin” 🙂 I play flute so I’m drawn to the instrument’s mellow sound.
For believers, love songs can also reflect God’s amazing love for us!
We lament with this family suffering awe-ful grief. Beloved infants lost at 26 weeks gestation; twin grandbabies happily anticipated. Expectant mother, more than halfway through pregnancy, heard heartbeats and viewed ultrasounds but no more… no more expectations, no more movement, no more fast swooshing of babies’ hearts beating their distinct rhythms. Only mother’s lonely heart beats now, heavy with slow sorrow.
The relentless spring rains mirror this drowning grief. Tears falling in torrents, flooded emotions. Erosion of the soul. What kind of broken world is this, where little lives can be cut short by the cord that was their lifeline? We may ask “why?” yet not receive an acceptable answer to the anguished questions. We have only our faith in God himself to cling to. Lord, have mercy on your children. As we remember precious twins taken; remember us too, for we are dust.
Gitanjali, Song Offerings sounds amazing but can you bring it back to its essential meaning and create a haiku with it? That’s the goal for Carpe Diem’s weekend distillation…
The time that my journey takes is long and the way of it long.
I came out on the chariot of the first gleam of light,
and pursued my voyage through the wildernesses of worlds
leaving my track on many a star and planet.
It is the most distant course that comes nearest to thyself,
and that training is the most intricate which leads to the utter simplicity of a tune.
The traveller has to knock at every alien door to come to his own,
and one has to wander through all the outer worlds to reach
the innermost shrine at the end.
My eyes strayed far and wide before
I shut them and said `Here art thou!’
The question and the cry `Oh, where?’ melt into tears of a thousand streams
and deluge the world with the flood of the assurance `I am!’
Doesn’t this beautiful photo of apple blossoms on orange background lift one’s spirit?  One more day of NaPoWriMo challenge to write 30 poems in 30 days!  A lot of mine were haiku/haiga  🙂
photo by Gabriella at dVerse; used with permission
Daddy was mean so IÂ run away but had nowhere to go. Â Met a guy I thought I could trust. Â Sure, he treated me real special at first. Â I fell hard…thought he loved me too. Â Called me “sweet thing” and “babe” and said two of us was all that mattered in the world. Â Until he started passing me around to his friends for free and then to strangers for money. Â Decent money too but he keeps most of it. Â Now he’s taking me to the big city. Â I don’t wanna go but he squeezes my arm so tight at every bus stop…to keep me from running again. Â Doesn’t anybody see my tears?
i’ve nowhere to go
sky cries tears down bus windows
can’t wash my shame’s pain
Thinking of young victims of sex slavery and linking with haibun challenge at dVerse Poets
a poem in my pocket 
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