This blog describes life as I have been through it and as I have also seen it. Some of the poems I have in my self-published book "From The Heart," subtitled "Poems' that is on Amazon.com are about what I have been through or have seen throughout life. Some of my poems from my book, I will add, herein.
Sunday, September 16, 2012
"Out From You" poem
I’d had a dream of my close friend, Tim, and of Anna, Christy, and me (we’d all been together, hanging out, in the dream). And in that dream, Christy and I were both artists. Christy was a heck of a lot better than me. And Tim had been critiquing both of our artwork for us, both. And he’d come across this one piece that she’d done that was wonderful that I admired, as well. And in that dream, that one piece depicted the universe, and a pair of hands holding a heart that had emotional energy depicted as coming free from the heart to represent emotions being freed from someone. And he’d been critiquing that piece. And as I was looking at the painted picture in that dream, I’d wished for him that he could free his emotions, and just be, completely. So, I’d written this poem as though writing to him, directly (that was even before I’d decided to actually show him this poem because I was not sure how he might take or handle this piece having been written). I’d written this as though wishing to speak to him of that dream and my wish to help him be freed. I’d had to write it to get it out of my system. Anyway, here is that poem:
“Out From You”
I look at the artwork That you critique; See the art piece that you like That says so much to me. That art piece that shows The Universe With hands holding a heart That by time is transversed That shows feelings from it, set free As free-flowing energy. And it makes me think, achingly, Of if there is a way to set your feelings free As free as those shown set free In that art piece. And it has me wishing I could be the person To help allow this to be. I’d like to unlock those feelings Held so tightly, within So that you could live, happily, Once, again, Instead of in pain, behind a wall Where you don’t let anyone else in. I dream of this for you. But, I don’t know how to break through that wall- How to open your heart. Maybe there isn’t a way, at all. This, I think, as I stare at that painting, And inwardly cry for you As you stand, there, next to me Critiquing that painting with me, too, In my dream of you.
Author: April Morone Date, written: Sept. 15th, 2012