Hugs for you both. i know too well that feeling about the rejection by family. But you know didn't expect much else. i hoped right up until my father asked to see me and on his death bed damned me once again. You have chosen your family ... here online and the man you will marry. And some others who accept you like their own son.. the rest ... well. Michael reminded me of this from the bible the other day:
Judge not, that you be not judged. For with the judgment you pronounce you will be judged, and with the measure you use it will be measured to you.
If it were true.. some would be in for a nasty surprise.
Wonderful poems.. thanks for sharing both them and your pain and more.. your joy. Love You, my friend. xo
Yeah, i posted one in 2017.... a fairy tale: Miss Silver Pretty Pink Toes... people seemed to like it.
Dolphin Delivery is a sweet story of two cool dads and their little girl. Check it out!
Thank you, Wayne. It is those things. As a submissive i am silent normally, or quiet. Sometimes however, things need saying. love is shown in deeds and desire to serve. i hope this poem does show that.
I started to write this ... the first line, it was nine syllables and i thought of you ... saying make it 10, make it blank verse.
Mostly except for the odd adjustment for syllables, it is as it was written.
Thank you for the prompts, and advice along the way. Thank you for everything you noted and said about my writing. You are generous with your knowledge and time. i am grateful. xoxo
Hopefully they are like the constant rain/thunderstorm warnings we get daily... and nothing will happen. Out of the last 3 weeks of warnings, it rained once in the morning i think.
On White Feathers
I wish I could quietly follow you
to that sad and dark place where you reside
I would be only silent company
a patient, yet a knowing companion
You could talk or rail at the cruel world
pace; rant, let the universe know your cares
let go the anguish and hurt you carry
freeing your mind from the grim thoughts that haunt
for they are lies, I know they not be true
I will wait with you as this storm passes
blend