National Poetry Day
I've been impressed by the beautiful poetry on everyone's blogs today, in honour of National Poetry Day. In particular, Feather's poem about her mother touched me a great deal. So I dedicate this poem that I wrote a few years ago to her. I imagine this would be the kind of thing Feather's mum would say to her, if she could.
Guardian Angel
I watch over you like a guardian angel
You sleep, blissfully unaware that I’m here
Even in your sleep you touch my heart
Nothings changed
I sweep a strand of hair from your face
You stir but do not wake
Deep in your dream, you smile
I smile to see it
I wonder what you’re dreaming about
I long to see what you see
With a finger I trace the outline of your mouth
And gently kiss your eyes
The sun comes out from behind a cloud
Illuminating your perfect features
You open one eye
And then the other
I watch as you lay there in bed
You reach over and pick up a frame
A photo of you and me
You run your fingers over the image
I see a tear course its way down your cheek
You wipe it angrily away
I wish I could find some way to tell you
I’m here with you still
I watch over you like a guardian angel
You sleep, blissfully unaware that I’m here
Even in your sleep you touch my heart
Nothings changed
I sweep a strand of hair from your face
You stir but do not wake
Deep in your dream, you smile
I smile to see it
I wonder what you’re dreaming about
I long to see what you see
With a finger I trace the outline of your mouth
And gently kiss your eyes
The sun comes out from behind a cloud
Illuminating your perfect features
You open one eye
And then the other
I watch as you lay there in bed
You reach over and pick up a frame
A photo of you and me
You run your fingers over the image
I see a tear course its way down your cheek
You wipe it angrily away
I wish I could find some way to tell you
I’m here with you still
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And this is one by Jacques Prevert that I love, even though it makes me a bit tearful:
Dejeuner du matin
Il a mis le cafe
Dans la tasse
Il a mis le lait
Dans la tasse de cafe
Il a mis le sucre
Dans le cafe au lait
Avec le petit cuiller
Il a tourne
Il a bu le cafe au lait
Et il a repose la tasse
Sans me parler
Il a allume
une cigarette
Il a fait des ronds
Avec la fumee
Il a mis le cendres
Dans le cendrier
Sans me parler
Sans me regarder
Il s’est leve
Il a mis
Son chapeau sur sa tete
Il a mis
Son manteau de pluie
Parce qu’il pleuvait
Et il est parti
Sous la pluie
Sans une parole
Sans me regarder
Et moi j’ai pris
Mon tete dans ma main
Et j’ai pleure.
It's been great how varid all the entries have been.
I'll add this as a linked mention to my own entry.
And read this properly when I get home....
Aww thanks Nikki, aren't you a sweetheart! :)
Thanks Flighty. I thought it was a different perspective to write from. I really like everyone's poems for NPD, they're all great. And who knew there were so many poets around?! :) Thanks for the mention too!
Livvy, that's okay, we'll extend it to National Poetry Weekend, just for you! Hope work is fun and less quiet this friday! x
sans me parler
sans une parole
sans me regarder
I would pleure too if I were her!
As Katja says, it is indeed a death.
Now, your poem is gorgeous. My fave bit is where you kiss her eyes.
I am going to see my Mum next week!!!!!! I will get hugs!!!!!
JL, Thanks! Hope all is well and isn't too hectic! xxx
My mum is in Spain for the week, but on her way back home she stops in London for 4 days.
Anyway, I am all caught up with the poetry now. :)
I did a duck crossing...
apperenty being able to design a A Grade design project in one day makes the other students feel crap.
but thats just me, I'm also pretty conceptual as well with my Assgn's...the teachers like that.
xo
You'll get lots of mumsy tuddles, I'm sure. Hope you enjoy her visit!
JL, I might blog some photos later, if you're very lucky ;)
I had a look at your page, and your projects - they're very good! I esp like the duck one. Don't burn yourself out now, y'hear??
Youngmummy, thank you sweetie! Better late than never! :) x