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Thoughts fly high
Posted October 24th, 2008 - 3:38 pm by from Hannover, Germany (Permalink)
If my thoughts could bring you to me,
how sweet would thinking be!
My expectations woul rise to the sky
my spirits just jumpf free and fly ...
fly over the ocean, fly over the sea
and met your spirits, if you agree.

Meet me there, where souls are free,
where tossing and turning and working like a bee
will be forgotten forever and all
meet me there and don´t let me fall.

Posted May 13th, 2009 - 7:52 pm by from Gold Coast, Australia (Permalink)
very good

Posted May 14th, 2009 - 7:55 pm by from Hannover, Germany (Permalink)
I'm glad you like it. Haven't written so much in English lately.
Please post some of your poems or thoughts.
Take care,
Ingrid

Posted May 14th, 2009 - 8:40 pm by from Gold Coast, Australia (Permalink)
I dreamt a dream, a perfect one,
can it float into reality,
of sun and laughter, timeless fun,
was it all a fallacy.

I dreamt a dream, a soulful one,
i danced on hills of grass so green
ageless beauty, shadowed sun,
such radiant splendour id never seen.

i dreamt a dream of wild seas,
frothing waves that danced and leaped
tangent smoothness it did tease,
into my skin its waters seeped.

i dreamt a dream of a field,
magnified in glory and scent,
a garden of blooms it did yield,
a vision sent a vision leant.

i dreamt a dream of a star,
softly shining , guiding me,
out of reach , oh so far,
am i blind , help me to see.

i dreamt a dream of a hand,
slowly reaching out to me,
he took my soul to another land,
he showed me freedom how to be.

i now dance the dream of dreams,
flowing , caressing, gently healing,
escaping reality so it seems,
passion abounds so deep a feeling.

Come dance with me for a season
be my heart , feel my soul,
a prisoned life has no reason
step into a dream, a dream of old.


Posted May 14th, 2009 - 8:42 pm by from Gold Coast, Australia (Permalink)
icy hands reach out to be,
its depths a mark in time
wing like soul stroking me
softly softly so sublime.
the angel lay a marked design,
her icy barriers for all to see,
so still so quiet perfect line,
reflecting myself a part of me.
snow angel does your heart cry,
do you dance the shadow dance,
your gentle wings do they fly,
could u love without a glance.
cold creation , cold heart,
lying still silent prose,
to look upon u tears me apart,
time did stop ,something froze.
snow angel in your barren land;
you sing your quiet song,
come softly take my hand
your time here wont be long.

Posted May 15th, 2009 - 8:27 pm by from Hannover, Germany (Permalink)
Rowena,
I love your poem. Beautiful fantasy.
Thank you,
Ingrid

Posted May 15th, 2009 - 8:36 pm by from Hannover, Germany (Permalink)
The snow angel worries me a bit. I see this as a sign of death. This is a bit disturbing me. I have been through a hard time in my life and suffered physically. Bad thought are banned. If they come up, I try to write about them and that is the way I deal with them to put them in their place and shape (make them look smaller).
It is a good poem and I like it, though.
Take good care of yourself,
Ingrid

Posted May 15th, 2009 - 11:05 pm by from Gold Coast, Australia (Permalink)
Thank you Ingrid for the constructive comments, the snow angel is something I love creating in the snow, but its so short lived before the angel disappears and the snow covers it leaving it an empty piece of land again, so in reality its a poem based more on how things of beauty sometimes disappear and we need to replace that loss again.
Creating upon creating....
Thank you so much for your comments, I love to see how others perceive things and I take all things into my work to try and better it...
I am sorry at your physical suffering my thoughts are with you.

Rowena

Posted May 17th, 2009 - 11:08 am by from Hannover, Germany (Permalink)
Hi Rowena,
Oh yes, snow is a very short living thing. I never looked at this aspect but you are so right. Snow flakes are so fragile.

Here in Germany we are so much used to snow in winter, we take it for granted and if it does not snow on Christmas we don't like it. During the last years it snowed a bit before Christmas and when Christmas came it was gone again.
New Year's Eve it snowed again sometimes and the real snow, which staid and covered everything and sometimes lead to roofs breaking started again end of January to March. It's cold then and everybody is waiting for spring to come and warm our bodies and souls.

I take it snow is a sensation in Australia. Am I wrong with that idea?
My stepfather's daughter lived in Australia for some years and when she came back, she said she had been homesick among others for this reason: No snow near Christmas and always very hot. We are a funny bunch, aren't we? Of course we cannot expect to go far away and find a place like home. When I met her I was still a child and I never met her again and don't know where she lives now, if she is still alive and so on.
Where did you find so much snow you could build a sculpture? This is interesting.
Hope I don't bore you with my questions.
Have a nice Sunday,
Ingrid

Posted May 17th, 2009 - 1:32 pm by from Gold Coast, Australia (Permalink)
Hiya Ingrid, actually it was while I was backpacking through Europe I first really saw and felt snow, I was sitting in Ibis hotel near the airport in Paris on my first morning of my backpacking trip when I looked out the window and there was a beautiful sight, snow gently falling, I had to run outside to taste it and feel it and well for the rest of my trip thru paris, germany, austria, prague etc I came upon snow...it was in prague I lay on the ground and made a snow angel, hence the poem. Many of my poems I wrote while in Europe. I went on this trip thru Europe to take my dads ashes back and on the ferry between spain and Italy I threw them in the sea. I also went back to discover my mums heritage, her dad came from Penzance near lands end in England and I went back to see and visit the castle her family lived in since the 16th century which is now in national trust.
St Micheals Mount near Marazion.
Thank you for being interested in a chatter and getting to know me a bit I appreciate it....may good things come to you.

Posted May 17th, 2009 - 4:09 pm by from Hannover, Germany (Permalink)
Hi Rowena,
so you have been to Cornwall and in Germany,too. That is interesting. In september I want to go to a cs-single group meeting in Cornwall at the beginning of september, near Torquay and I still try to convince a friend of mine to come. She wants to spend her holidays with an American-cs-friend and they kept talking about going to Poland, because the living costs are not as high as in England.
We are still struggling to save money...
Cheers,
Ingrid

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Posted August 11th, 2013 - 9:43 am by from Hannover, Germany (Permalink)
It is summer now and as I read these lines again I still freeze.The mood which comes over by these words in relation implies something ist lost forever and this is a sad thing. The mentioned cold surroundings reinforce the impression. This goes very well together and I like it and I'm scared at the same time. The cold scares me sometimes...