[LunaRed]

THE SILENT CLIFFS.....

You left me to cry
as the lonely gull
in search of land
but at sea.

You left me troubled
lost in the echo
of your laughter,
or as the humming
of a passing bee.

I am as parched
as the sands of
the desert and
as cold as winters
blizzards.

I am as lonely
as the silent cliffs
staring in solitude
and as crushed as
falls rose waiting
to wither.

[SAMWolf]

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[Soaring Feather]

Good morning, LunaRed. Nice to see early morning activity
in the Lair.

The Silent Cliffs


Such a lovely and sad poem today.

[LunaRed]

Silent Cliffs.....
Old poem: Teen age
crush. Boohoo poem
Five minuets of
Boohoo thats all.
Too many fish in
the sea. !!!!!
LunaRed

[My Melody]

LunaRed

I just discovered that you wrote this poem some time ago?

Had I of been on line last night when you posted this in `your time zone` I would have been absolutely stunned. Then, today to learn it was written past tense and about another kind of relationship.

I was here at that time in `my geographical time zone` penning more of my story that I am trying so hard to write.

I noticed today by the time on your post was when I stopped writing to retire for my night. It is almost like you completed my page at that moment of my laying my pen down.

What is so fascinating to me, is that your poem was about a young teen love, and my story is about a collie who was the love of my life. Yet the paradox of your poem, our lives.

I connect with the sea, lighthouses, seagulls, bumblebees,


You used descriptives such as laughter, echoes, cold winters, blizzards, solitude, cry, search, troubled, silent, lonely, crushed rose

Then your title;

`The Silent Cliffs`

Really this poem is so rich LunaRed, so feeling, and it will forever be a treasure to me. I have placed it inside a journal next to my writings of my day yesterday.

February 23 2005

near 6-pm

Marks the one year milestone of my collie falling off of the steep sloped 55 foot Cliff onto a solid iced lake below me.

She lived for a most incredible seven days of intense care and love exchange. I am trying so hard to write about her gifts she left with me.


A little gift to you *

William Blake

He who binds to himself a joy

Doth not the winged life destroy

But he who kisses the joy as it flies

Lives in Eternity`s sunrise.


* h a p p i n e s s *


Read his poems:

* Laughing Song

* Spring

* Nurse`s Song

* Infant



mm :)