Day 149: Carved Delicate

Carved Tree
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

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

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

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

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

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

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

by Samantha Craft

June 2012

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28 thoughts on “Day 149: Carved Delicate

  1. the last 8 lines are like pure joy…pure joy….mercy and joy carved delicate through tears…simply uplifting and wonderful…i love it

    1. 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 😉

  2. 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 ❤

    1. 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

    1. 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 😉

  3. 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)~~~~~~~~~~~

    1. 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

  4. 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.

  5. 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

    1. 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.

  6. “…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}}}}

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