November 2, 2011 at 4:31 am (creative writing, exploring interconnectedness, life, poetry, random, Writing)
Tags: creative, life, love, pain, people, poem, poetry, random, relationships, Writing
2:27 am
awake staring out the window
black and blue trees dancing with the wind
memories are not enough
lack of you
wounds deeper than any knife
black and blue trees dancing with the wind
moon dusted
who needs tears
they’re only salt water
black and blue trees dancing with the wind
while I howl songs of hearts breakings to the moon
under falling leaves
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yi-ching lin said,
November 27, 2011 at 5:11 pm
Eva, thank you for sharing this – rather raw and visual. sending positive thoughts your way, y
lesliepaints said,
November 16, 2011 at 5:16 pm
This is beautiful, Eva.
47whitebuffalo said,
November 18, 2011 at 4:56 pm
O (hugs) Leslie. Thank you for reading.
artistatexit0 said,
November 6, 2011 at 3:54 pm
Hi Eva…such a melancholy poem, beautiful but also a bit sad. Are you working on your poetry more these days?
47whitebuffalo said,
November 18, 2011 at 4:55 pm
Hello Al. Some poetry amidst other things. Hope the river is treating you well. Never a shortage of creative material, is there?
Yousei Hime said,
November 5, 2011 at 12:49 am
beautifully written
I’ve missed visiting and am glad I stopped by.
47whitebuffalo said,
November 6, 2011 at 2:38 pm
YOUSEI! Long time no see or read. Very nice to see you again. 🙂
Yousei Hime said,
November 12, 2011 at 1:27 am
Think a painting might emerge from this? I see one in my minds eye.
Meg said,
November 2, 2011 at 8:31 pm
“lack of you
wounds deeper than any knife”
How well I know this feeling. This poem is wonderful.
47whitebuffalo said,
November 6, 2011 at 2:37 pm
O Meg, yes, I gather that you do know the feeling quite well. Hi.
Meg said,
November 7, 2011 at 12:50 am
No doubt, Eva.
penpusherpen said,
November 2, 2011 at 5:26 pm
pain and heartbreak, with tears falling like leaves… but the tears have their purpose…and soothe after a while. A sombre but wonderful poem Eva… xPenx
47whitebuffalo said,
November 6, 2011 at 2:36 pm
🙂 Hi, xPenx.
clegyrboia said,
November 2, 2011 at 1:07 pm
loves hurt BUT do NOT forget that at times tears come from laughter black and blue tree DANCING with the wind
47whitebuffalo said,
November 6, 2011 at 2:34 pm
mAgdA, love your perspective as always.
Gabrielle Bryden said,
November 2, 2011 at 6:05 am
Very sad – the image of the black and blue trees is so effective!
mikail said,
November 2, 2011 at 10:19 am
the truth will only be shown to perceptive pelope who will use the light of their minds to see the consequences of the matters they face.
47whitebuffalo said,
November 6, 2011 at 2:35 pm
So one hopes, mikail. Thanks for visiting my blogcasa.
47whitebuffalo said,
November 6, 2011 at 2:34 pm
Thanks, Gabrielle.
slpmartin said,
November 2, 2011 at 4:46 am
Such loneliness and sadness in this one…hope all is well.
47whitebuffalo said,
November 6, 2011 at 2:33 pm
Hello Charles. Thanks.