BECKERY'S SHADOW-poetry & more

BRUNETTE AGAIN

2009-08-06T19:27:00.000-07:00

no longer blonde.... strange guys hit on you.... so I went back brown... the end.

BLONDE AGAIN

2009-07-20T13:51:00.000-07:00

...evidently so!!! Didn't realize it had been so long since I'd actually posted anything! Guess men can cause you to lose track of time! I could trash him, but nah! Just glad to be back to my old self again! (HOPE YOU'RE DOING WELL, ASSHOLE!!!) ...JUST KIDDING!!! (and I seriously am blonde again.) So for anyone who may actually read anything on my blog, I should have some more poetry soon. Hopefully I'll finally get some pics posted. (Thank goodness July 4th is past so it shouldn't be any embarassin' ones... except for the hair!)

THE HEART

2008-05-24T18:44:00.000-07:00

"I threw mine into the icy river below," she said.

"I hadn't felt it beat in years.
It's past lingered for a moment on the water,
then it too drowned with all my fears."

"I thought once or twice about going in after it,
but it grew so cold, I just knew it had died.
To have saved it and tried to revive it
would have only been suicide."

"It was so tired and it was broken
and it seemed impossible to heal.
It sunk easily under the weight of the pain
which I was happy I'd no longer feel."

"But now it seems someone has found it
and they have kept it for their own.
I hear it's getting stronger, but....
a sickening absence is all I've known."

"There once was a time I believed
pain came only from lies and deceit
but now it aches for a wanting;
something missing with every beat."

A silent moment passed on a cold wind
up from where the icy river lay.
She glanced around at the station
then smiling, looked over the bridge to say:

"I must go now. My train leaves soon.
Leaving this river, no need to come back.
When I return home my heart won't be alone
because my angel waits at the end of this track."

-donna beckery
082406

MY DREAM

2008-05-24T18:33:00.000-07:00

TO FIND THE ONE I CAN'T RESIST
AND UNABLE TO GET ENOUGH OF.
TO FEEL TIME STAND STILL
AT THE TASTE OF HIS LIPS;
MY HEART BEATING STRONGER WITH EACH TOUCH.

A SENSE OF BELONGING IN HIS ARMS,
AN EMBRACE THAT HOLDS NO END.
NEVER ABLE TO HOLD HIM CLOSE ENOUGH.
A BOND STRONG ENOUGH TO BEND.

TO FEEL HIS BREATH AGAINST MY SKIN;
FEEL HIS HEARTBEAT AS WE SLEEP.
HAVE A FAITHFUL, UNDYING LOVE,
A PROMISE SO EASY TO KEEP.

TO STILL BE HOLDING HANDS
AS SIGHT BEGINS TO GROW DIM
AND PASS ON WITH A LOVE JUST AS STRONG
AS IT WAS WHEN IT DID BEGIN.

-donna beckery
072303

The Roses

2008-05-24T16:52:00.000-07:00

'It's just a bad dream' she thinks
as the cold rain mists her hair.
'It will all be the same.
I'll see nothing's changed once I'm there.'

She opens the door with a deep breath;
finds the curtains are drawn,
but the vase sets alone on the table,
roses withered, the sweet smell is gone.

She holds back a tear for she wonders
could it possibly be different now?
She thinks of all that has happened,
praying hard that it could change somehow.

Years pass and she sadly grows older.
The prayers, and yet nightmares, remain.
She wishes that someone could help her
and the darkness to all fade away.

Her daughter one day calls upon her
whom she hadn't seen for so long.
She even believed she had lost her.
No letters; no ring from the phone.

They talk over coffee and tea.
For hours her sadness is lifted
learning her daughter had ventured;
now a beautiful woman, talented, and gifted.

Her daughter in time comes to stay.
Each day they talk more and more.
Each day she pulls back the curtain
so the sun may shine through on the door.

"Mom, I'll buy you fresh flowers in town,"
her daughter says as she picks up the vase,
but knows that she's said something wrong
by the tears on her mother's face.

All this time and she now understands
this is why she held on all these years.
As her daughter sets down the vase,
she says these last words through her tears.

"I think I have waited so long
just to tell you what I now can.
I love you so much, dear daughter,"
and then taking her by the hand,

"I've been waiting to tell you goodbye
so I can tell someone hello again.
For those are the roses he bought me
before the good Lord took him in."

-donna beckery
072701

A LOVE TWICE-FALLEN

2008-05-23T19:04:00.000-07:00

Deciduous as the oak in fall
it seemed our love was so.
Each pang of thou seemed to decimate
any good thoughts left in tow.
Till passing days consumed us
as you abate each my careful deed.
Our love had gathered stale
as the foam upon the reed.
Yet has your heart ever cried out,
as the gale upon the night?
What brought us to this discord,
this hasty parting of plight.
At times it seems confusing
yet I know what my heart saw.
It was the same your heart had seen
and it wasn't the oak at all!
For the leaves__ they may have fallen
but the oak lives through the cold
and stands it's test against time
and so forth 'till it grows old.
This here was but a mishap.
A bloom emerged between cloud and sun
of several taunting days
before winter is truly done.
But as you found, my dear heart,
'tis no greener the other side__
as I'm sure you found with your new love
that bloomed just as quickly as it died.

-donna beckery
030108

A LONELY TREE IN THE COLD WINTER'S WIND

2008-05-23T18:44:00.000-07:00

Alone it stands in the cold wind
swaying to and fro.
No birds perch upon it's boughs now.
They've all spread their wings
and flown away.
Though you can hear the distant chirps
high upon the heavens,
as the weightless tree below
still sways to and fro.

-donna beckery
033089

"FOR DAD"

2008-05-19T18:04:00.000-07:00

a silence so loud it hurts your ears
surfacing from the deepest of fears
through all the pain there remains yet a peace
and though i understand
the tears will not cease
to have known such a love
that makes your life whole
makes a mark on your heart
and takes hold of your soul
but nothing is dead
and nothing is gone
for you are not forgotten
so i'm not alone
the mem'ries i carry
shine like rain in the sun
your pain is all gone
a new journey's begun...
so as they tell us
(and i hope they are right)
i will try to be patient
till we do reunite
so learn your wings well
for when it's my time
maybe you'll be the one
to teach me to use mine

-donna beckery
081503