I’m rising and falling
and floating thru’ time
like a leaf on a breeze
in the mist
to Elysian Fields,
lush pastures to seize
while a song plays and
drifts from my lips.
I open my eyes
to view what’s in store and
gasp with delight
at the scene;
my Mother and Father,
all those long gone,
dancing
as if in a dream.
Their laughter like lilacs,
their faces in bloom,
roses red
on each cheek,
my face shines with joy
at each girl and boy
suspended in time
that we seek.
Air rushes by,
my heart gives a cry
as I’m torn from this world
full of wonder
clouds scud the night,
spirit in flight, in a whirlpool
I’m dragged
back down under
to life on the earth
where worries await
and trials are the test
of my soul.
But eyes closed, cast within
I see fields again
and the faces of my
Elysian goal.
Reblogged this on idealisticrebel and commented:
A wonderful poem.
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Thank you so much. x
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‘Their laughter like lilacs’ – I adore this, Anne-Marie; it is beautiful and so evocative. Just perfect. xxx
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Thank you, Ali. Trying for a little taste of heaven.x
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‘…on a breeze
in the mist
to Elysian Fields,…’
I like this image/feeling. Beautiful poem…
Ellespeth
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Many thanks for reading and commenting, Ellespeth. I’m glad you enjoyed it.x
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I was floating as I read, a picturesque, serene piece of writing lovely, well done, it’s gorgeous 🙂 x
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Thanks, Jen. Needing a bit of heaven here. 😉 x
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huggles 🙂 x
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You too.x
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bless ya and a kiss on the forehead for you x
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Aw thank you, Jen. I needed that. Doesn’t being a mum and a wife just suck at times? We should really get time off for good behaviour. A bit of probation to just go and be ourselves for a while. Fancy? 😉 x
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*Nods* – and I’m in sweet-cheeks 🙂 x
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Get the corkscrew and some snacks. I’ll bring the wine. It’s only half eleven here. But I might be needing it before too long. 😉 x
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corkscrew? Ergh not again lol – it’s 8.30pm Sunday night here…you have plenty of time lovely. 🙂 xx
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Well, dinner’s on now so I think I’m safe to begin. A sit-me-down and a blog catch up. And you’ll be sleeping soundly. 😉 x
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Reblogged this on thesewordsiwrite2012 and commented:
If you are not familiar with the writing of scottishmomus, this poem is a fine reason why you should be!
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Thank you so much for the reblog and such a wonderful commendation. I’m really touched.x
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This is so lovely…funny, I was daydreaming of my mom and my step-dad (who passed) this morning…or was it a real dream…but it looks like I dropped by at the right moment:) Hugs, Oliana xx
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Oh god, Oliana. Did your mum pass. I had no idea. I’m so sorry.x
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NO NO!! she did not!! I meant I was reminiscing about her and my step dad who died 30 yrs ago…she and he were such a love story. So sorry I gave you a scare.
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Oh thank god. I thought that she had passed and I hadn’t known and you’d be so upset. I’m glad she’s still with you. Hugs. x
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She comes to me in lucid dreams, you know…it feels so real too. Oh my it is late for you! I am at work and off to dinner in 15 mins. Big hugs to you xx
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Hugs to you too, Oliana. I’ll be heading directly. Glad all’s well and dreams are precious.x
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This is a very beautiful poem.
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Thank you.x
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Beautiful.
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Many thanks.x
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