lanaia74
Number of posts : 99 Age : 966 Location : North Carolina, USA Points : 0 Registration date : 2007-09-07
| Subject: The Gazebo Wed Sep 26, 2007 2:46 am | |
| When my grandmother died, she left me this very old gazebo, one I think from her childhood I remember, when I was a child, I played in the gazebo, as I pretended all kinds of things I often wonder, the age of the gazebo, I wonder about the imprints and tragedy that is held within the old wood Memories of what may have happened so very long ago, it is my belief, to endless memories the old wood will forever cling. What are ghosts, except the remnants of the energy, that once was And remember, each human being, has their own unique energy, an energy I believe that doesn't fade with death Within the gazebo, I believe remains, basically an energy recording, from a time that once was Each person I believe, has the ability to read these patterns, even from those that have taken their last breath. Some people being more sensitive, than others, to feel the patterns and presences from the past Unfortunately, I am one of those that can feel, the ability to feel the energy, of the others Some times what I feel is so strong, images from the past, enter my mind very fast Sometimes, I am so overwhelmed by what I learn from the dead, my sisters and brothers. I had the old gazebo moved to my front yard, very proud to display, something so very old But when I get really close, I have such feelings of dread and being so sad Also I can't dismiss the feelings of fear and being so very cold I know this thing has seen things, that have been very bad. I swallow my pride, get up my courage, and I sit in the gazebo, that is so very old Sitting here, my abilities, are taken one step farther, seeing something that most others would never see All these feelings, of fear, sadness, and dread, didn't prepare me, for what was about to take hold Right beside me, sits a small child, I know this is real, because all I want to do is flee.
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Number of posts : 472 Age : 67 Location : Dream Land Job/hobbies : Reading, Poetry, Crafts, Art, Roses Points : 163 Registration date : 2007-07-30
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| Subject: Re: The Gazebo Mon Oct 01, 2007 9:09 pm | |
| Wonderful Poem Lanaia The things we cherish most some times are our memories I love the thoughts that it stirs may not be scarey ones but makes me think. Roses to you Teresa | |
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