lisa zarcone
Author of The Unspoken Truth

POETRY

Please enjoy my poetry

 

Every week I will add in new poems, so keep coming back for more!

 
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Poetry

is when an emotion has found its thought and the thought has found words

APRIL SHOWERS

This new girl has splashed into my world… Feeling our paths have crossed before, she knows my daughter, they have walked through the same Doors; school that is you see, not on the streets different worlds how can this be?   I look at her thinking, same age, same thoughts… How could It be, they are worlds apart?

Living on the same time line, dragged into different directions…   How is one to know; The paths we do lead? Like April showers, sadness falls, thoughts of Youth Gone…  

Written on the wall…  The wall built of life lessons and shame, how it continues to rain… What tragedy has brought you here, in the locked - Up walls, does anybody hear? Looking for comfort to ease the pain… Looking for anything to stop the rain…

Then in May does the sun really shine?

Moving on like rain showers parting the darkness of the sky to the brightness of day… Shedding my cloak of darkness, these heavy Rain clouds that have weighed me down…Sprouting new wings, I am off the ground… Soaring to a new beginning full of Love and Laughter…  My Harmony Singing…

When I look back I still see my April Showers instilled in me…   Forever locked away in my special place in time… I do keep my personal showers for only a few could seek, my medal of honor, my keepsake, knowing I am not weak…     Proof I have made it through the rain, soaring past my hurt and pain.

April showers go away, don’t come

Again I have seen the light of day…

                               Shipwreck of Time

Time in a bottle for us to keep for eternity… Sailing on through life fighting off the heaviness of the night, seeking Light…

What is wrong or right how do we handle the gloom of the past, life racing so fast was it truly Everlast? In the depths of dark waters buried so deep the shipwreck of sorrow weeps…

Cold and lonely this inner bilge desolate rooms water filled. Creaking and cracking on the ocean floor… waves of emotion keep you from shore. In the depths of hell with concrete feet the heaviness so strong total defeat!

Crawling and creeping your way, trying to make it through each passing day…

Internal strength will give you the might --  as long as your crawling defeating the night…

Up the stairs to the bow is your place to be, but how do you get there hoping to be free…

You twist – You pull – with all that you got -- hearing those smoke stacks bellow and pop…  

Guided by the sounds of true fight -- your intuitive guidance calling the rights!

Making your way to the front of the bow, your victory spot – smooth sailing now.

Always move forward are the words that we hear, our spiritual soul is always near.

No more bleak and dismal emptiness for you – A life warrior true and true…

Oceans so blue and shining so bright you have made it out of the darkness Forever Light…

 
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Forever

is composed of nows.

 

 

 

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