Maui 2012
Carved Delicate
I used to dream of the life
I lost while I stood
Up high in the night
A lamb in the woods
My light shining strong
My fear kept within
The clang of my heart
Beat places I’d been
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I used to dream of the life
I lost while I stared
From the highest peak
Surrounded and scared
Watching below
As entities came
Prowling at dusk
And howling my name
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I used to dream of the life
I lost while I cried
Alone in the open
With no place to hide
Demons haunting
Where I did slumber
Fire lit eyes
Pulling me under
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I used to dream of the life
I lost while I screamed
A victim of fate
Or so it did seem
That all my plans withered
Dried up in the drought
And left me parched-starving
And fed with death’s doubt
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I used to dream of the life
I lost while I ran
Afraid of the days
Afraid of each man
A woman of black
Whose shadow had risen
All broken and wounded
And locked in her prison
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I used to dream of the life
I lost while I broke
Wasting the days
Before I awoke
Dreading the times
And what was to be
Questioning my purpose
And past misery
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I used to dream of the life I lost
But I don’t dream loss anymore
For deep from within
Mercy opened her door
So wide and so grand
Did joy’s entrance appear
A threshold to serenity
Carved delicate through tears
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by Samantha Craft
June 2012
Everyday Asperger's 
the last 8 lines are like pure joy…pure joy….mercy and joy carved delicate through tears…simply uplifting and wonderful…i love it
Thank you kindly, Sir. 🙂 It was a necessary poem for me to yank out the fish-gut sadness I’ve been battling the last couple days, discard of the stench and goop, and hold on to the light of joy! So HAPPY you loved the joy part….that was my aim. Though the sorrow was and is necessary to feel my intense waves of delight. Hoping one of those joy waves comes crashing in soon to take me for a ride. Been a tough couple days. Sam of the green 😉
So glad you wrote it out my lovely friend.
I write till I rhyme too, I find the connection then.
The balance seems to come and I feel lifted out of the pit.
This poem is pure Aspieness and I can relate to so much of it.
Hearing you, and all you have lived in these lines.
Love you and sending you {{{big hugs}}} ME. xxx ❤
Thanks Lady! Thought you were asleep! he he I find connection in rhyme…it heals me. Oh, glad you feel the lift out of the pit; that’s how I felt while writing it. Thanks for seeing and hearing me, and being a GRAND friend of the ages. Sammy the Geek-a-zoid….Love to you Sunshine. xoxo
What a beautiful picture!
Thank you. The photo of the tree was taken in Maui. 🙂 thanks for stopping by. Sam
I meant the photo of you! LOL
🙂 Ohhhhh! How sweet are you. he he. Thank you. lol
wonderful images…what a transformation, glad you were able to work thru, pushing to the other side 🙂
You were keen to pick up the transformation aspect….very transforming piece for me. Was able to get through a lot with this one. thank you for reading and expressing your words. Sam 😉
love to read between the emotions! keep up the excellent work!
🙂 Thanks
Mercy, serenity, and joy – all beautiful gifts! Wonderful writing!
Yes, indeed. How right you are. I count my blessings, even through the hard days. Thank you for stopping by. I’ll be by to see your lovely blog, soon. 🙂 Sam
Lovely! Just lovely! And when I say lovely I mean in a painful knowing way, but you made the pain into beauty and ended this lyrical bliss with such hopeful light!
I think I am a poet, but I am not sure. 🙂 Hee hee
Love to you!! ~~~~~~~~~~~(love beams)~~~~~~~~~~~
I know you get it!!! How I know you understand. You poet, you!!! 🙂 Extra bubble of light to us survivors who keep shining bright despite the odds! Love you bunches xoxo Sam
I love these lines: “I used to dream of the life I lost / But I don’t dream loss anymore.” The echoing through each stanza, and turned at the end is very effective. Lovely work, Sam.
Thank you Bill. That line was very healing for me. 🙂 Sam
“I used to dream of the life
I lost while I screamed
A victim of fate
Or so it did seem”
Yes, I understand that perfectly.
Scott
Oh, I’m sure you do. Thanks for being the kind and wise soul you are. 🙂 Sam
You are welcome, Dear Friend.
The words are beautiful and eerily vague enough to morph into the past of any one of us, which of course, makes the art of the poem, brilliant. I find the title strange because, to me, the post is about the strength to rise above it all, like a phoenix and not delicate at all. You are strong and carry power in all you do. xoxo
aweee….you see, to me, delicate is so very strong. The strongest are delicate in their strength….
Thank you for your kind comment. I always appreciate hearing from you. Interesting that you say it can be morphed…I hadn’t thought of that.
and back to the delicate….it is referring to being stripped and humbled, and made as meek but worthy. Thanks for helping me to process further, wise friend. 🙂 Samantha the Bewitched.
“…I lost while I stared
From the highest peak
Surrounded and scared
Watching below
As entities came
Prowling at dusk
And howling my name…”
BEAUTIFUL!!!!!!!! I soooo love this poem, Sam…and that part above (of course i love the entire poem…lol) you have captured my very “poetic heart & soul” 🙂
love that carved tree…is that supposed to be some sort of…umm…totem pole???? i’m just thinking out loud…anyway, thanks for sharing…love and {{{{hugss}}}}
Magnificent words, absolutely lovely… I stand in awe at your ability.. thanks for sharing…
Thank you for those very kind words. I appreciate your comment and visit. 🙂 Sam
Wow. Beautiful visuals. I especially love your use of literary devices. Thank you for sharing!
thank you 🙂