http://lughsgarden.org Poetry by R.W. Dean Tue, 09 Sep 2008 20:14:17 +0000 http://backend.userland.com/rss092 en Old toys, no longer played with, Set aside to gather dust, What a blessing, they don’t feel Rejection’s pain. With button eyes gone missing, Painted smiles all scuffed and worn, And decorations faded, With tear stains. Once held with real affection, Bringing happiness and joy, Or solace in those times When you were sad. Now all they do is sit there, In a ... http://lughsgarden.org/2008/09/09/old-toys/ There was a time, When words flowed between us, Like the eddies in a brook, Swirling ‘round the rocks In our stream of consciousness, Picking up bits of mental flotsam, And carrying them to Each other, Like little gifts of love. There was a time, When we invented words, To describe feelings that were Too new to have descriptions, Or even names, But, in ... http://lughsgarden.org/2008/09/09/there-was-a-time/ Tell me once again, That you still welcome my love, That it means something To hold my heart in your heart, And my soul within your soul. Tell me once again, That I bring joy to your life, That the things I do Still touch something within you, Something that still makes you smile. Tell me once again, How your caress ... http://lughsgarden.org/2008/08/07/once-again/ Love notes and flowers, Passing back and forth In the ether, Not a lot to hold on to, But so, so much better than Nothing. Dreams become my reality, Floating between wakefulness, and Sleep, Savoring the sensation of that Last touch, that Last kiss. Knowing the dream will be All I get in this life. I fear dying, not for the death, But for ... http://lughsgarden.org/2008/07/28/love-notes-and-flowers/ It’s odd, isn’t it, How two minds connect, Across time and space? Even when no words are spoken, Even when eyes have never met, Hearts and minds entwine. It’s odd, isn’t it, How you know what I want, Before I even want it, How you feel the need Growing inside of me, And answer that desire? It’s even odder still, How the little ... http://lughsgarden.org/2008/07/21/its-odd/ I have never touched your face, Nor gazed into your eyes, But I will hold you in my heart, Until my life fire dies. Ours is not a mortal love, Dependant on a kiss, Nor, do we love conveniently, It’s so much more than this. I never chose to love you, And you did not choose me, Our souls searched ... http://lughsgarden.org/2008/07/12/far-away-love/ It was the scent of roses, A shiny bit of stone, And the soft folds of fabric, That kept me hanging on, Long beyond the point I knew the loss was real. Beyond the day I knew I was A memory, fondly held, perhaps, But still, more a part of the past, Than the future, I started my days With ... http://lughsgarden.org/2008/06/14/the-scent-of-roses/ I’ve used up all the seasons, And the waterfalls, babbling brooks, Lakes and oceans, and the clouds, I’ve used them up too. Now they’re just great masses, White and grey, moving across a blue sky. I’ve twisted words around every Image I thought I saw, Trying to draw the right picture, Send the right message, But their staleness let ... http://lughsgarden.org/2008/05/18/used-up/ You hold me, gently, Like a small bird, trembling In your hand, fearing to be Crushed, fearing release, And the loss of your warmth. You tease me, laughing At my indecision, a tiger cub, Torn between desire and nature, Wanting to play, Needing to be bold. You tell me stories, Fairy tales, fanning the flames Of my passion, fueling the fire That burns ... http://lughsgarden.org/2008/02/24/held-gently/ I am the Wind, Unseen partner, Dancing with the clouds, Ruffler of hair, and Breath of the world. I put wrinkles on oceans, And smooth the tracks of man, From sand and snow, I whisper to lovers, Carrying messages between them, And in the Spring, I make love to the trees. I am the Sea, Lifeblood of the Mother, And the womb of life, I ... http://lughsgarden.org/2008/02/22/sand/ Oak-sifted moonlight, Patterns on the forest floor, Shadows to hide in, No gentle touch to warm me, Sitting lonely in the night. http://lughsgarden.org/2008/02/18/moonlight-2/ Love is the warmth you feel Next to you in the morning, When you wake. Love is the anticipation, The longing to be home, and in the Arms of the one you love. Love is the need to give, The desire to empty your soul Of riches, into the Coffers of your loved one. Love is the way your muscles ... http://lughsgarden.org/2008/02/14/what-love-is/ Sometimes, the feelings Are too strong for simple words, Like my feelings now, To know that my need for her, Made me hurt the one I love. http://lughsgarden.org/2008/02/09/my-feelings/ It should have rained today, But it was bright and windy, With white clouds climbing Over the mountains, Like flocks of sheep. I made believe I was the shepherd, Chasing after my cloud-sheep, Sitting on mountain tops, Playing my flute, A song that would make you Smile. But you weren’t there, And the wind Blew the sheep away, And it really should have Rained today. http://lughsgarden.org/2008/02/07/it-should-have-rained-today/ Do you know that hailstones fall, Are blown back up on the wind, To re-freeze and, Fall again, each time getting Heavier, and heavier, Until finally, the wind can’t Lift them up, and they Fall to earth? Life is like that, One day your spirits are up, Then down, then up. Each time getting Heavier, and heavier, Until finally, your heart can’t Hold them ... http://lughsgarden.org/2008/01/29/hailstones/