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Comment by Julia A Knaake on October 12, 2018 at 11:22pm

My Angel Do Not Be Sad

My child. Why do you weep?

You are at peace now.

Father I hurt.

My child this is Heaven

there is no pain here.

Father I hurt in my soul.

My angel do not have tears

you are here to shine.

Father I am not worthy.

My child you are perfect.

I made you perfect.

Father I have flaws.

No My cherished child

It was time for you.

Father I left my loves.

My angel they have you

in their hearts forever.

Father I will not see them.

My child yes you will

You will see them every day.

Father I will not touch them.

My child yes you will

this is Heaven above all.

Father I will not see them.

Dear child you will see

your loves forever.

Father I will not hear them.

My child you are new here

you will be able to be with them.

Father my wing feathers fall.

My child each time your loves

see a feather they will feel you.

Father I feel better now.

Yes my child, you will feel the

warmth, the shine you are free.

Father thank you, I am home.

©Julia A Knaake

Comment by Julia A Knaake on September 28, 2018 at 9:01pm

Comment by Julia A Knaake on September 28, 2018 at 9:00pm

The End Does Not End

The end

of the story

does not end

at the time

It creates

the beginning

of new stories

shared to all

Through many

generations

coming and going

for the future

©Julia A Knaake

Comment by Julia A Knaake on September 1, 2018 at 3:05pm

Life Vs Hashing

Time to go out and

Sail the salty waters

The sum of life is not

A hash over discussion

The talk is in—circles!

Getting us no where!

It's always the same

With little conceding

Filled with overreaction

Not seeing eye to eye

Life is:

Living

Loving

Losing

Laughing

Lingering

Longing

And

Sometime

Letting Go

©Julia A Knaake

Comment by Julia A Knaake on August 31, 2018 at 1:20pm

Connecting

The feeling of your touch
when physically not there
brings great joy and pleasure
feeling forever connected

When time to say I love you
it is said by both in unison
a natural occurrence you see
feeling forever connected

United for a mutual cause
makes the quest smooth
and meaningfully bound
feeling forever connected

Little things may not be much
knowing that you really care
is more than a golden treasure
feeling forever connected

Pleasures sensing what you do
feelings for that special person
being in love is a choice to be
feeling forever connected

There are no hand written laws
it's only in your heart that does move
where joined feelings united abound
feeling forever connected

©Julia A Knaake

Comment by Julia A Knaake on August 28, 2018 at 10:01pm

Pretending

I pretend every night when I write a story.
Close your eyes to conger an image.
Become one of the characters.
Good person or bad person.
Evil animal or the most delightful animal.
Sweet old lady or the meanest sourpuss.
The story continues if I want it to build.
Often a response will be about the character.
When the gentle reader leaves a positive comment.
Sometimes they think I the writer am the character.
What excitement for a writer to feel.
When the reader thinks you have performed
the almost impossible task in the story.
Thank you.
Thank you so much!
You felt the story was true.
Amazing!
I got through to them.
I tell my mind.
Do not give up.
You ARE believed.
The reader thought.
The story was true.
A wide happy smile begins.
It covers my face.
Contented again.

©Julia A Knaake
11/18/2017

Comment by Julia A Knaake on August 27, 2018 at 12:48pm

Chosen Sunflowers

In the south of France

Actually the city of Arles

Vincent eagerly awaits

The models he had hired

But they failed to show.

Perhaps the fierce hot

Wind outside detained them

From their appointed tasks

To keep their appointment

With this future master.

Vincent, improvising all his life,

Walked outside into the wind

Gathered up Sunflowers

Alongside the side of the shed

Housing many earthenware pots.

Back into his humble home

With the creative mixing

Of his few meager paints

He created vibrant colors,

With painstaking patience

Emerged beautiful yellow shades,

Each center a different color tone

Making every seed defined.

This is how a few Sunflowers

Become a beloved painting.

©Julia A Knaake

                                            

Comment by Julia A Knaake on August 27, 2018 at 12:35pm

Good one about the Harley Davidson

Comment by Aggie on August 27, 2018 at 9:08am

Comment by Julia A Knaake on August 19, 2018 at 7:54pm

                     

Diminutive Silent Echo

You, Silent Echo of mine, usually do not make a lot of noise

like that quiet little mouse in the corner sneaking

along the baseboard quietly unseen making no utterance

at times almost speechless like a feather in the wind

But when you talk, people usually are often listening to your constant chattering. You are babbling, oh the garrulous speaking that can be quite annoying tending to talk with

to much rolling freely as a twisting babbling brook on and on

You have a quiet wisdom about you that people respect and admire. The imagination runs rampant with the wildest stories

pulling your mysterious natural thoughts drawing people in like the repetition of a noise caused by reflection of sound waves

Silent Echo you draw them close to you believing all you say

is true and real akin to the reflection of transmitted radar signals by an object! You, Silent Echo are unique in yourself

being a spirited carefree little imp in the woods.

©Julia A Knaake

 

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