Spirits, free, dancing amidst Willow leaves,
Loved ones reach out in hope they will listen,
Bashfull, dainty, for those who know, believe;
As virgin dawns lay soft while dews glisten.
Such beauty of dappling sunlight, warming,
Warmth to the touch of the stone where you lay;
Your naked truth on warm west winds, riding
Free of old chains that bound you to today.
But the destiny of time still takes hold;
Childlike you worry at a loose silk thread
While mumbling on memories now so old,
Lifes tapestry rests, worn, against bedhead.
For your soul to be free amidst the trees,
No more indignity . . . but still you wait
For gentil westing winds to ride with ease,
To rest far beyond the summer lands gate.
©Julian Clarke 2016
Gorgeous write...!!!
ReplyDeleteSanna, thank you for your kind comment.
Deletethe idea / image of a free spirit is very uplifting & an interesting title :)
ReplyDeleteThe Special Lady, is my dear aunt who's suffering with advanced dementia. So Sad, Thank your for your comment
DeleteBeautifully written...
ReplyDeleteappreciated, Thotpurge and thanks
DeleteQuite a sweet read. Thank you.
ReplyDeleteHello and thankyou for your kind comment
DeleteI like the tenderness.
DeleteThanks Rosemary
DeleteBeautiful and poignant in its hint of sadness.
ReplyDeleteThankyou for your kind remarks Old Egg, and have a good week.
DeleteBeautiful composition! Second and third para are my favourite :)
ReplyDeleteHi Tarang, thanks for dropping by and commenting, much appreciated
Delete"For your soul to be free among the trees...." and those old memories..........you paint such a lovely picture here, Julian, very sweet to read.
ReplyDeleteThanks so much Sherry for your comment, have a good week.
DeleteLuv the personification here; you have created your own very Goddess
ReplyDeleteHappy Sunday
Much love...
Hi Gillena, much appreciated
DeleteThe lovely lady must be very pleased to have this poem written to her in dedication. Every spirit longs to be free, of pain and dread, to move with the kind of grace you have described.
ReplyDeleteThankyou Kerry, for your thoughtful comments; sadly,this Dear Lady suffers with advanced dementia and for her I wish this torture would cease and her spirit move on to some where peaceful.
DeleteHello Julian--this really unfolds beautifully and unexpectedly--your imagery really works here--thank you!
ReplyDeleteHello Audrey, thanks for taking the time to comment, they're always appreciated.
Delete"...But the destiny of time still takes hold;
ReplyDeleteChildlike you worry at a loose silk thread
While mumbling on memories now so old,
Life's tapestry rests, worn, against bedhead."
Brilliant!
ZQ
Hi R.K. it's very rare, but sometimes the words fall out of the pen and onto the page in the right order first time round. Thankyou for you comment
DeleteWhat a deep love for this lovely lady...stunning lines penned...
ReplyDelete'Such beauty of dappling sunlight, warming,
Warmth to the touch of the stone where you lay;
Your naked truth on warm west winds, riding
Free of old chains that bound you to today.'
Donna, thankyou for your kind comment, she played quite a big part in my growing years.
DeleteA beautiful tribute, soft with yearning and loving,
DeleteElizabeth
thankyou Elizabeth for taking the time to leave your kind comment.
DeleteSo emotionally powerful....I do hope your special lady will be free of the chains that are binding her, that she will find her freedom amidst the trees as you have so beautifully depicted, Julian :-)
ReplyDeleteThankyou C.C, for such kind, thoughtful remarks, wishing you a good week ahead.
Deletelovely lyrical lines - especially "Childlike you worry at a loose silk thread
ReplyDeleteWhile mumbling on memories now so old,"
Thankyou for your kind comment
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