Poetry – Marilyn Style Continues!
We hope your weekend was wonderful. We’ve been busy ourselves. Lots of family stuff, friends, trips and the ever popular, chores. With Spring in full bloom, we’ve been cleaning out, organizing and giving away ‘stuff’ that we no longer need. What about you? Have you been bit with the spring bug to purge, clean and organize?
Well, with all that said, we wanted to share another few poems from Marilyn. These are fun, and reveal a deepness in her that few knew. Enjoy!!
Don’t cry my doll
I hold you and rock you to sleep
I’m pretending now
I’m not your mother who died.
I am of both your directions
Existing more with the cold frost
Strong as a cobweb in the wind
Hanging downward the most
those beaded rays have the colours
I’ve seen in paintings-ah life
they have cheated you
thinner than a cobweb’s thread
sheerer than any-
but it did attach itself
and held fast in strong winds
and singed by the leaping hot fires
life-of which at singular times
I am both of your directions-
somehow I remain hanging downward
as both of your directions pull me.
It’s amazing to us how much sadness was in this woman who was so ‘loved’ by the public. It goes to show that we really don’t know the people around us, even the people we are closest too. So, for this next week, take time. Take time to notice the ‘Marilyn’s’ in your life and show them kindness and tell them how much you appreciate and love them.
K.R. and T.L.
International link for Fateful Night – http://dld.bz/cJc8C
International link for Darkest Day – http://dld.bz/dpPTS