Somewhere-In-Between

                            [Photo Source:  Google online images]

(25 OCT 2011 --   THERE are so are many In-Between stages in Life: Youth and Old Age, Childhood and Adulthood, Engagement and Marriage, Student and Graduate, Marriage and Divorce, Spring and Winter, and ...  WHERE you are NOW and WHERE  you will be TOMORROW.  dht-2011)

THERE was a day of birth –

so many years ago.

THERE is a day of death –

come nearer even now.

THERE is then - only this moment In-Between –

where Life lives somehow.

OUR Yesterdays are history –

written on the wind.

OUR Tomorrow a Dream –

misted in Hope.

OUR Today a gamble or a guarantee –

Somewhere – In - Between.

[Dorothy Hazel Tarr - 2011]

A Walk in the Dark

[Photo Source: Google online images]

(23 Oct 2011 - A constitutional stroll in the wilds of Nature - to clear the Cobwebs and release the Spirit.  BUT, WATCH OUT for the PUMPKINS – HAPPY HALLOWEEN AND TREAT-OR-TREATING!  dht-2011)

The Walls of my day –

held me prisoner.

The need to escape for a Time –

a mandate.

With walker and walking shoes –

I took a stroll.

The dark my Cloak –

the stars my Companion –

the streetlights my Guides.

[Dorothy Hazel Tarr - 2011]

 

Sweet Taste of Love

 

[Photo Source: Google online images]

(23 OCT 2011 – The Sweetness of Life is watered down by the Tears of a wounded Heart.  dht-2011)

My eyes are cloudy -- 

with the feelings of one -- 

whose Life has passed by -- 

without the Sweet Taste of Love -- 

to ease its Passage.

A long ago Dream, unfulfilled -- 

of children, spouse, family, and friendships --

of gatherings at holidays and family occasions --

of tables laden with food from favored recipes --  

of Love and Laughter, of belonging --   

linger in the shrouded corners of my Heart.

Tears fill my eyes

as I dare to Dream

the incredible – the impossible. 

Yet I'm afraid to release the Dream -- 

for fear its absence would be unbearable.

[Dorothy Hazel Tarr - 2011]

THIS MOMENT

[Photo Source: Google online images]

(23 OCT 2011 – Time's prisoner -- held captive by the Past!  dht-2011)

  

Mistiness clouds my eyes as I look down the Road of Yesterday.

Turning full circle, the Paths to Tomorrow seem crowded with loneliness and despair – only more days like the last, without Hope with No Horizon.

This Moment is all there is and all there will ever be – its captive all I'll ever be.

Yesterday's moments are gone – but their Passage has left deep Heart Felt Wounds.

Tomorrow's hurdles seem more than one can bear.

This moment is all the burden I can manage – it is all I can do to survive even This Moment.

[Dorothy Hazel Tarr - 2011]

The Path Behind

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(23 OCT 2011 - Who is to say how long the Journey?  How long the Heartache?  How long the grieving?  Who can say – when it's done?  There is but ONE LIFE, but many ROADS and many TEARS to pave a Path!  Never again to relive those precious moments Past – Yet Never really living the Present!  Forevermore living on the sidelines and shadows! ~dht-2011)

The Past is so hard to release – 

at times, it is the only Reality –

the only Companion.

There is only the Past –

there is Nothing to take its place –

in the Here, Now, or Future.

The Path ahead holds no interest –

holds no variation –

holds no Hope.

Tis a never ending struggle –

putting one foot in front of the other –

getting through the daily serving –

of Heartache and Despair.

My daily walk -- Footsore –

with wounded Heart --

with eyes continually looking –

at The Path Behind.

[Dorothy Hazel Tarr - 2011]

Ashes on the Wind

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(23 OCT 2011 --  Words are a poor consolation prize for someone playing at the game of Life with tokens of bygone memories. [dht-2011])

Where are the words to describe –

the Heart's yearning for –

Hearth & Home, Family & Children –

and a Loving & Faithful spouse.

LOVE and Laughter -- fade

in the lonely years of Winter.

Sobs of regret tangle in my throat –

as my eyes fill with Tears –

that try to wash away –

the Heartache of my Life.

How do you follow your Dream –

when your Heart has turned –

to Ashes in the Wind

[Dorothy Hazel Tarr - 2011]

Circle of Life

[Photo Source: My camera, my photo of my neighbors and Nature's wonders.]

(23 Oct 2011 -- A walk on the dirt pathways of the wildlife nature preserve where I live, always shakes the troubles from my thoughts and adds perspective to my perception. dht-2011)

A cool morning mist hangs in the air until a lazy sunrise wakens the New Day.

Shorter days signal Nature's preparations for a Winter's slumber.

Another endless cycle of birth and death completes the season.

The occasional echoes of passing migrating California Canada Geese fill the air.

As I look up, my Life seems to fall into perspective within the larger Circle of Life.

[Dorothy Hazel Tarr - 2011]

[VIDEO: My camera, my video of the neighboring geese, in the wildlife preserve where I live, as they spy my digital eye and take flight. dht-11OCT2010]

[VIDEO: My camera, my video of the neighboring geese, in the wildlife preserve where I live, dht-2011]