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Tuesday, November 24

Bell Ringing



This rings a bell
I’ve been here before
You came in my dream
How that can be
You had gone
How nice to see
You overcame it brother
Everything back to normal.

I’ve been here before
In love with the impossible
Searching in vain
For someone
To value me
The queen, the goddess
What are you afraid of
Stupid coward.

I’ve been here before
In this sea with those waves roaring
Wanting to take hold of me
As I run up a higher spot
Stirring I can’t, we can’t.

This rings a bell
I’ve seen this before
The little child
Crying cause nobody
Understands her
As she hides in her shell…
These damned flashbacks...!

© Dulce ...............................................................................................Image> Waiting for the Winter Sun(Deviantart)


20 comments:

steveroni said...

Sweet Dulce, I believe we ALL have "been there...done that". It goes for this old Alkie also, TOO many times.

But I can tell you this--as you age, it becomes more acute, stronger--that "hold" on our hearts which leaves the message: "Hurry hurry, it is getting late, Time is passing only too fast. MOVE, fool!"

Time will, does pass. And even now, everything is all right in God's world, He is still in charge of His Creation, and the final outcome of that.

amor y paz
Besos

Gregorio Martino said...

I had flashbacks this past weekend too. Mine were all pleasant but the thought of letting someone go made it painful.

Shadow said...

memories bells, their timing inexplicable, their desires inexplainable, their feelings undeniable...

Anonymous said...

Life's little triggers, bringing it all back to us, suddenly. It was always there, hiding in our subconscious, waiting.
A reassurring poem, somehow.

Thanks, Secretia

Sylvia said...

Those moments keep coming back and coming back, in dreams or loose thoughts. You're right. Just don't hold on to the past. :)

ElitePublishings said...

I love your poetry, I just started writing poetry but, for some reason the only kind i can write "has to rhyme"... i'll try to take some pointers from you... keep up the awesome work... ps.. check out mine if you get a sec..http://elitepoetz.blogspot.com/

Anonymous said...

Well written my friend. That past I believe helps make our present. We grow and we learn :) Have a wonderful day :)

Liam said...

You really must do an audio blog.

Nessa said...

Sometimes the past repeats to give us another opportunity to grow.

Turkey Butt

Tabitha.Montgomery said...

This poem rings a bell for a lot of us.But the stories are all unique that cause the ringing..
Thank you for sharing yours;)
xo

The Girl With The Mousy Hair said...

This gives me the sense that you feel are stuck in a loop that you cannot escape. I do not know if that is your intention it is just how it makes me feel. Maybe because I repeat my mistakes over and over..

Jessie said...

some memories of the past, haunt us throughout our days...i hope yours are filled more with love than tears...

smiles,

LarryG said...

when we identify our fears we are on the cusp of taking charge...

deep introspection here..

hugs sweet one

Dr.John said...

As we get farther away from the time of the loss itself the flashbacks will become less and less painful and may even bring joy.

Silver said...

:) Beautiful.

Our mind does have all these flashbacks, don;t they.. i wonder if that's a sign of growing old??? Can't be a good thing if it often leads us back to that pain spot again.. but we find ourselves opening that door again and again and again.

hugs,
~Silver

Ileana said...

We have all been that little child...and the grown up that looks back. Beautifully written, amiga.

VICKI IN AZ said...

♥ Somehow a comfort to know others feel this way too.

Fireblossom said...

I'm sorry to be just getting to this, Dulce. Work has been sapping all my energy lately; I don't like that!

I love this little manifesto! Especially the stanza which ends with "stupid coward." I can so relate to that. After all, I'm a goddess too, right? ;-)

Anonymous said...

I know we all need time away from here, but, GOSH We surely do miss out on so much, like this poem, You always touch my heart, not only make my lips smile, but my heart!!!

I hate flashbacks, been dealing with them for years, they do ease off, and hiding in that shell does help for a little while until that shell CRACKS..

LUV U HUGS
YOU GODESS

steveroni said...

No one can ever value you, a queen, a goddess...like your brother

Not even 'life-giving' one so close as...your mother.

And yes, I and we all have been there, one way or other.

--Coward
--Stupid