A blend of thoughts reflected from experiences
This threshold, the boundary of my limit presently
Lull me unceasingly to the edge breathlessly
Gaze dropping, descending upon infinity
Plummet into this infinite desolation willfully
Deliverance, rescue from barren love
Lease these wings, glide like doves
Glimpse upon promises, elatedly, I smirk
Recollection, shards of thoughts pierce me, they lurk
Abhorred by many they refused us callously
Comparable of cattle, ships brimmed with our brethren, facing this trial, this calvary
Our Mother land glimmered brilliantly from afar
Our hearts suffered incredibly, as she disappeared, she was no more
They restrained our hands, our feet, setting us ablaze
This chastisement, abuse, an infraction for not following their ways
Extermination the mark, they termed us louse, offal
To shed the blood of the children of Éire, lawful
We did not conform to their will, we are alive
Children of Éire, we rise infinitely, we thrive
We are spanned out beyond the boundaries of our great land
Children of Éire rise up, behold your brother’s hand
With every breath, they breathe, they are in our midst
Shout triumphantly, take pride beloved, the children of Éire, we still exist
*This is dedicated to every child of Éire that ever existed. We are an amazing bunch and though so many of us are scattered we should always remember our Mother land. May our ancestors of the great starvation and the times of slavery smile upon us as we continue to exist.*
The night sky…
Some fear darkness, they are sad to see another day end
But oh night sky you bring hope, you are comfort
Every star takes my breath…
Sweet, glorious moon, you are like my sun
Illuminate the path, the journey we must all take into the rising of the sun
I shall look upon you one last time until we meet again
Shadows holding
Hands
The past
Of our present
You let go
Footsteps bare upon dew soaked grass
Across hills, through valleys of wild petals
Dancing silhouettes skipped ahead
Fluttering wings of violet fade at the last drop of light
He stands beneath the tree reaching his arms out to her.
Loves embrace as kisses steal breath away
She looks up to see her flame, the light she sought
“ It has been said, ‘time heals all wounds.’ I do not agree. The wounds remain. In time, the mind, protecting its sanity, covers them with scar tissue and the pain lessens. But it is never gone.”
Rose Kennedy
Time,
The moments that are supposed to,
Put distance
Between you, and me
Your thoughts,
Remain,
Recall
The memories,
Bring pain
Your words,
Reflect
In my heart
When I,
Dig deep
They tear me
Apart
Written by: Josette Hansen
Pseudonym Adinah Schramm
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I sit on this summit of stones; cool winter breeze upon my face, hair flowing.
The greater light reigns high in the sky beginning its descend.
I am surrounded by the remnants of nature, the gems of this City.
Squirrels roam these fields, digging for their hidden treasure.
The plane above invades my solace, reminding me of where I am.
I open my eyes to see standing before me, man made towers.
Written By: Josette Hansen
Pseudonym Adinah Schramm
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Fields of cotton fill the sky; their
Image welcomes all who pass by
Reminiscent of slumber, soft
Pillows float above me; I close
My eyes, and send my dreams to
Thee
Written by: Josette Hansen
Pseudonym Adinah Schramm
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The very thing that should’ve
Saved her; became her murderer
Claimed her
Her absence became an abyss
That swallowed me every time
Her memory surfaced.
Written by: Josette Hansen
Pseudonym Adinah Schramm
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Climbing ruthlessly toward this
Summit of dreams; yet every
Time the top is reached it grows.
Problems arise, people mock, life
Beats us; arms tired, legs weary
But the dream is waiting.
Shake it off, believe, give it all
You’ve got; reach for what seems
Impossible
Written by: Josette Hansen
Pseudonym Adinah Schramm
Copyright ©
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