wake me home
some other time –
beyond this life remembered
fall to me the places
I have known –
save for me
a little house
with not much more
for leaving –
arms to fold
wake me now
to home
. . .
22 Monday Jan 2018
Posted Poetry, Storytelling
in15 Wednesday Nov 2017
Posted Poetry
inTags
always, alzheimers, dreams, gravel roads, home, life, love, remembering, reminders, stars, time, truth, whispers
remember me
the sunset
pressed into the plain
as shadow
where the mountains
meet the sea
remember me
a field of lace
where once you lay
me down
beneath a sky
of ancient whisperings
remember me
an always
we dared to reminisce
of one more one day
a star to wish
upon
remember me
the twilight ~
I fell into your eyes
raptured by a
fleeting glimpse
of home
. . .
19 Thursday Oct 2017
Posted Poetry
infor truth
I’ve born
the lovers plea ~
and wrapped
my words in tears
let loose
a veil of verses
to fill each brief
refrain
what past
we’re want
to wander –
lest memory concede
a place within
the heart
of truth –
a place where love
remains
. . .
18 Friday Sep 2015
Posted Poetry
inTags
always, distance, home, homecoming, letting go, life, light, love, promise, somewhere sometimes, starting, still, trust, unremembered
30 Thursday Apr 2015
Posted Poetry
inTags
always, beauty, blessings, bliss, eternity, friendship, grief, joy, life, love, presence, Q, spirit, Susan Q. Fults, truth
in the gracious greys
of just before
sunlight spills the dawn
darkness pulls
his tender heart
to mine
silence rings
with angels
rafters bend and sway
heaven wanders
not so far –
not so far away
from evermore returning
words without a sound
to grieve ten thousand
mornings
with a sigh
love is but a moment
of light before
the dawn
a dream denied
the safety
of the night
Author’s Note: As the result of an ectopic pregnancy in 1984 , she required
a blood transfusion. It saved her life, but took something in return.
Testing wasn’t the norm, and she contracted Hepatitis C. It would
not relent, and claimed permanence via liver cancer in 2012. This weekend,
hospice was called in.
She waits, and those who love her pray for a miracle. And yet,
already she is one. For Q with love always.
. . .
Starry-eyed Writer, Cautious Philosopher, Hopeful Romantic
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