Friday, January 24, 2014

Promises







It’s hard
to face
the passage of time.

I still feel like
the young woman,
anticipating  each
sunrise which still
offers me hope.

I can try again-
Be better,
be more,

weary from all
the years which
slipped by-

Ghosts who promised
dreams fulfilled.

I am tired
but still
I rise and hold dear
all the things I promised myself.

11 comments:

  1. I often think you and I are on the same wave length emotionally--love this Lisa!

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    1. Thank you Audrey, I think we are on the same wavelength. I can so relate to your poetry as well.

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  2. Lisa, a very poignant poem. There is still hope....and there is still time. Let the journey continue.

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    1. Thank you Mary and I agree, there's still hope and time.

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  3. You can, you can, you can.

    "all the things I promised myself"...one of the most perfect closes on a poem I've ever read.

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  4. This is inspirational. Staying true to yourself and your dreams. Right to the point.

    btw I went over and voted for you. I voted without hesitation for the friend who is and will hopefully remain the first person who signed up as a member on my blog. Thank you.

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    1. Thank you, always appreciate hearing from you.

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  6. if we let go of those dreams what do we have left...
    keep rising...keep dreaming...keep hoping....

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    1. Thank you Brian. Where would we be without our dreams?

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