Misty Mystical Memories
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There are little rooms
inside my heart
with dormant tenants now,
with gently closed doors
where I can only peek
to see if they're still occupied.
They still are,
And soon will open wide.
______© Nellieanna H. Hay
Strands of life
Interwoven loosely
Touching barely
Meeting squarely;
Making contact
At right angles;
Making tangles
Here and there
Upon the mitered
Corners of the loom;
Making room
Subduing gloom;
The why of it escaping
Through the mesh,
Unnoticed by
The weaver;
Ignored afresh
By the great deceiver.
______© Nellieanna H. Hay
I feel a profound
Tenderness
Toward you.
With you
I feel together
Even when
Apart.
I know
And you know
That I know.
Therein, its beauty.
______© Nellieanna H. Hay
I had scanned the forest
From within
And from afar,
And trees are only trees,
I had accepted that.
But suddenly,
From out of these
There shines a light
As though
A secret passageway
Within them
Falls ajar
To beckon me
To follow!
And there
you are!
______© Nellieanna H. Hay
I prompt you not,
Lest I disturb your own
Unfolding.
I need no mirror image
Of myself,
I need only let you be
Yourself.
It's your prerogative.
Mine is to gaze within
The naked soul.
______© Nellieanna H. Hay
Let me make your summer,
Share its ripeness,
Come the fall.
Then romp through
Winter’s promises of spring.
At last I see it clearly,
~ Everything,
Having now no need
To devour or have it all at once,
Not even - you.
So, at last ~ I do!
______© Nellieanna H. Hay
Time's timeless belt
Exceeds the three dimensions.
Infinity is now.
I find inside your mind
No distortion;
But the cleanest,
Clearest insight!
Perhaps the system
Has a loophole!
How else
Could you
Have happened?
______© Nellieanna H. Hay
You didn't look up.
Perhaps seeing
With the eyes
Would be superfluous.
It need do nothing.
What it is,
Is all that counts.
To move with it
Even when its movement
Is imperceptible
Is ecstasy.
If you can
Read between the lines,
You’ll read me.
For me, I hear the music of your soul.
It emanates and radiates,
Germinates its tunes
Directly into mine.
Beautiful!
______© Nellieanna H. Hay
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Ditto of what Will Starr says, there is no writer like Nellieanna , my favorite Lone Star poet!.....Ahh if we all had a woman like her to write to us! .....:-}
Will - ah - what a lovely comment! I guess it's pretty accurate, too! I love interiors of all various kinds, decorating them and the wonderland that is reality! Thank you for being my very first visitor here! Hugs!
ahorseback - WOW. Such lovely compliments!! And I certainly can't imagine why you wouldn't have a special woman to write to you! (If I were just a few years younger . . . :-)
Oh, Nellieanna...Your beautiful poetry, pictures and the music you choose to accompany them combine to enrich one's senses and imagination. I especially relate to the first verse in this group, "...the little rooms within my heart, with dormant tenants...."
Jaye
What a beautiful love affair, relationship you describe Nellieanna, the Sarah Vaughan is perfect too, and the presentation, layout, artwork so uniquely you, love it. Thank you so much, always so enjoyable to visit your hub pages. Regards, snakeslane
Nellieanna, look at the last word in the final poem on this hub. It describes every single poem you write. Trust me.
Jaye - a delight to see you! Thank you! I remember those little rooms well. Life's experiences. . . we all have them . . .
Snakeslane, - thank you. I love Sarah's renditions and 'Misty' is among her best ones. I'm so glad you enjoyed the visit!
DRBJ - awwwww. You find such lovely ways to be complimentary. Thank you. That's beautiful!
My dear, a tear...
Another awesome poem. Beautiful!
As always, Nellieanna, your beautiful words could melt the heart of an iceberg.
Thanks for sharing.
Your poetry is always beautiful and I have to vote these up.
Take care and I hope you enjoy your day.
Eddy.
Such beauty you have within your soul -- and such a lovely way of sharing it with others. I so enjoy reading your poetry, Nellieanna. It soothes my soul.
Augustine - that says it all, beautifully. Thank you and hugs!
Kada, dear - thank you so much. I'm delighted you came by! :-)
Christopher, aw - thank you. You always say the things that make me feel great. (Though it does feel like icebergs here for the last few days! - winter finally came to North Texas!)
Eddy, thank you for the lovely comment and vote. It is cold, but bright and cheery. I'm enjoying it, and hope you're enjoying yours, as well.
Phyllis, what a lovely thing to say! I am gratified that you enjoy my poetry and find it soothing. It was written in many instances to soothe my own soul, and it did! So I'm happy when it help you too. Hugs!
Nellieanna, I know, that you know, that I know, that you know, how to reach out and give such thought to the dormant inhabitants within your heart that awaken those in mine on this day marking three years of my reading and commenting here on these pages, being blessed with your written thoughts that somehow seem to warm mine,
Many blessings and much peace and love,
to light your path,
as you have mine,
Dusty
Misty is one of my favourite songs to sing. I can't decide which of these poems is my favourite as many are all inspired by music.
Flora - you obviously love music dearly, as do I. There is indeed a lot of music inspiration in many of my poems. At the time I wrote these, there was a lot of special influence of music as well.
I've long loved "Misty", too; it was also one of my George's favorites. He played it on his harmonica, which he always played with a haunting sound, in contrast with jazz harmonica techniques.
My singing is nothing spectacular but I enjoy it and have gone around singing "Misty" the last few days. It's also one of the songs I'm making a point of playing every day to brush up my playing. I let my piano somewhat languish (I was never a master) but I've often been away from it without slipping much. This time, it's slipped. I read every note I play, but usually almost without thinking. Now I'm trying to get that back, so I'm making it a point to play some every day. "Misty" is a good challenge, as well as delightful to play.
Thank you so much for the visit and comments!
What a wonderful way to start my day! Your poems are inspirational and your use of words is awesome! I feel like this will be a guide for my day.
Delores, what a delight to see YOU on this start of my day! Thank you for such an inspirational comment! AS I head off to tend to my errands on a very chilly day, I will feel warmed by your words! Hugs.
Hi, I forget how magical your poetry is when I haven't read it for a while, I can't describe it any way else, its something special, and I love it! cheers nell
Nell, your visits, whether frequent or rare, always provide me a "shot in the arm" of uplifting delight. Thank you for those kind and lovely words! Hugs.
Magical poetry and music blended with feelings of love,
loneliness and fulfillment. Wonderful poetry Nellieanna.
I will be back more often. Robert
Hello, Robert! Been awhile since I've seen you! Glad you visited and liked my hub. Thank you so much for the lovely comment, Hope to see you back!
Deep and inspirational poetry, Nellieanna ... got quite carried away by it all.
Thank you.
Hi, Angie! Thank you for a gratifying comment! I value that!
Nellieanna, I start reading any of your pages and my world just transforms into "Nellieanna's World" for the five or so minutes that I linger slowly reading and wandering through your words. I love to just get lost in your world, which seems so loving and perfect and safe...and hear how you spend your thoughts just "being" in love, life, and happiness. I so love the way you set the music, and the tone and allow readers to drift through with you.
My favorite one was:
Let me make your summer,
Share its ripeness,
Come the fall.
Then romp through
Winter’s promises of spring.
At last I see it clearly,
~ Everything,
Having now no need
To devour or have it all at once,
Not even - you.
So, at last ~ I do!
______© Nellieanna H. Hay
It reminds me wanting everything with a new love to happen so quickly, then reaching that stage when you know its love, and you don't have to hold so tightly. You know its going to last, you can slow down a bit and settle to a more manageable routine. That part can be so amazing in itself if people can value it for what it truly is - a positive step that slows everything down to a more enjoyable and less excitement driven stage.
Thank you for all the writing you do...I know I'm missing a bunch of it, and one day when things slow down, I'll go back to read them all. You're the greatest.
Love and hugs, Erin
Erin - Thank you so much. Your comment makes me feel so good. Yes, pushing too hard for things to happen as we think they should is tempting. However, first of all, - it can even dim the progress; and second, we may be more pleasantly surprised to just allow things to happen as they will -- it could be even better than our wildest projection of what we think we want or need.
And, while it's so that when we become 'sure' of a love, we can relax whatever tension or grip we had been exerting on it. But my message really is that we must always both hold lightly and being totally "IN" it - aware of it, alert to its nuances. In fact, 'feeling sure' can sort of take away the excitement and dull the sensitivity. It's not an 'either/or" passion or passivity. It must always be into it.
Fact is, there is nothing totally certain and secure in life, because it IS living and that means change can and does happen. Nourishing the love in the now is the best way to keep it fresh and exciting; and still being aware that it could change (from any of many influences and conditions) for the better or the worse so it's essential for one's own balance to be aware and to keep it both light and caring.
One of my favorite little illustrations comes from a little book "Gift From The Sea" by Anne Morrow Lindbergh (widow of Charles Lindbergh). In it she uses shells and other things from the beach as metaphors for life lessons. In one, walking along with her daughter, who asks, "Once you get a man to love you, how do you keep him?" The mother bends down and scoops up a handful of sand and begins to apply pressure making a fist. Of course, the sand trickles out between her fingers. When she opened her hand, all but a few grains of sand which stuck to the moisture on her palm were gone. . . . The daughter just said, "I see." :-)
Nellieanna, I'm not insecure in any way, but you are completely right that my interpretation was wrong. Sometimes I'm so frightened to be hurt, that I forget to just enjoy moments and I never let myself be totally IN. And people do sense that, and never go totally IN themselves. I love your story about the woman and her daughter at the beach - I do love Ann Morrow's writings, I've read some of her. I realized that on the other hand, if you scoop up a handful of sand, leaving your hand completely flat, the wind will carry it away. It leaves you and the sand (personified) wondering why you bothered to pick it up in the first place...and me, for instance, wondering why the sand didn't make more of an effort to teach me how to close my hand to contain it more. I want to contain it enough to show I care but not hold it tightly so it would want to leave, so I give it too much freedom that it feels unwanted. I'm beginning to see how silly I am. Thanks so much my friend. This is a lesson I should have learned long ago.
love and hugs,
Erin
Erin - the main thing we must accept is that change is what life IS and there is no way to keep the wind from whisking away some or all of the 'sand'. What matters is how we fully experience it while it abides - and that we realize that the wind does what wind does. That demonstrates our real perceptivity and brings overall surprising good results.
The saying that it is better to feel pain than not to feel anything is so true. There is nothing worse than having dulled sensitivities or seared ones! It's like emotional death.
Allowing feelings means that there will be both kinds. The lovely thing is that each feeling peaks and then subsides, if we are willing to let it do its thing, both the highs and the lows. We must be willing to let them come and go. Many folks 'marry' their negatives and won't let go. Others try to cling to the good stuff, stifle it and miss what the universe has in store next. We can have it all, just not by capturing or by closing any of it off.
Without our ability-to-respond (response-ability) to what really IS, we miss most of what we're really entitled & privileged to experience. With it, the good stuff really does win out. We can always see the value in even the 'bad' stuff if we are open to all of life. But if we worry about the negative possibilities and interpret what IS as being hopelessly negative, we truly miss not only what we do have and all that we can have. A life is a living stream, and damming it up stagnates it.
Holding lightly is a general way of being which helps in all ways. Protecting our positive good stuff, as you say, with enough of a closed hand to allow it to abide if it chooses, is also wise. One wouldn't want to be unfeeling in that area either. Demonstrating one's caring is the best way to do that, rather than attempting to hold it or control it.
There is no way to "keep" it if it decides or is moved to let go. Even if the body remains, if the heart is not present, it's a hollow 'possession'.
I must add that someone who feels neglected because you're not possessive enough and fails to feel the real love you demonstrate overall probably hasn't matured fully and would react negatively if you did hold on tighter, - even to the point of being possessive back. "Love" based on and shown by Insecurities which are lousy building blocks of lovely relationships is destined to flounder anyway. I know about that!! There is not enough demonstration of one's love to someone so insecure. I cannot begin to tell you my fullest experience with trying. It cost me (and my children) dearly. Being an emotional crutch, blotter or trampoline for an insecure person is destined to be destructive in one way or another. There is no "right" solution for that situation. Best to avoid it - or leave it if it raises its head after you've tried earnestly but unsuccessfully to work with it. I waited too long, though it could have been even more disastrous. I survived intact.
So don't fault yourself for being how you are and just realize that there are natural checks and balances in play which can work for your good and someone who appreciates you fully will not feel threatened by it and will deserve and reciprocate your love. It takes two secure people.
Nellieanna, I feel you could write a whole book on healthy and true love. And people like me would devour it...and finally know what it's supposed to feel like. I used to go from relationship to relationship and think that the man or I was flawed - which is true, for no one is perfect. But that right "mix" just wasn't there. I wish I had you to talk to every night, like a magic mirror, to see myself and my day. You and your writing just sparkle from all you've been through, like a gem that has been through the tumbler to be polished. You're a special lady, Ms. Nellieanna. Thank you so much for taking the time and energy to address this so personal side of life and love. We've definitely learned through those immature loves...I'm still open to a different kind of man. I have learned a lot and I listen to every bit of advice and learn so much about what I do want and won't settle for less. I read your poetry and know what love can be. I'll get there one day with someone who is capable of that kind of love, I'm sure. When I'm ready too :) For now, I'm focusing my energy on writing, getting back to work, my aging parents, finishing school, and working my way out of this health crisis. I believe that when things are right, they all have their own time too.
You have such a beautiful spirit, I'm so glad hubpages brought us together. :)
Love, Erin
Erin, dear lovely lady. I wish I'd have had me back then to talk to, as well. I'm laughing, because, oddly, so many of my poems were written then as a way to communicate with myself when other outlets were virtually closed off &/or forbidden. I didn't dare seek other counsel, the way it had been rigged, because it would - and did, in fact - result in either the other person or myself (or both) being discredited to each other - or worse. It was not a normal situation. The ultimate cost of which I was kept well aware, would be loss of my children, which was not an idle threat as it turned out. I can only pity the person low enough to need do all that.
So, yes, I fully understand making wrong choices. In retrospect, it's all so clear - exactly what prepared me to do so and how it played out.
I know it was my own responsibility. No one sold me into it. So finding myself and the fact that writing gave me access to myself were the beautiful byproducts of it. Perhaps it would never have really happened if it had been more normal. No mileage in second guessing, though. What counts is being alive in the now and enthusiastically moving ahead.
"It is a great life if you don't weaken", to quote my darling little mother.
So enjoy it and don't weaken! :-) Thank you for your beautiful comments, and love to you, Erin.
I just re-read this , Nellieanna , you have the soul of a lioness . The heart of a blue bonnet and the mind of a gifted seamstress! You write like no other ....:-}
ahorseback! Such high praise coming from a writing master such as you! Thank you. I can even claim to those metaphors! ;-} Nice! Hugs.
Awesome! And the card "Memory - reflection..." is a virtual delight (on my screen). I really don't know why I have missed this one... Must be the end of the year syndrome - no longer walking, but stumbling. Take care, Nellieanna. Enjoy the Christmas season.
Martie, my dear - not to worry. You're here now! I'm pleased you came by and left a lovely comment! Hugs.
Good things come to those who wait. I’m waiting right here.
Now I'm all tongue-tied, Mike. Thank you. Hugs
Another wonderful experience to read your work. Thank you.
Hello, hello - Thank you for coming by and letting me know you enjoyed it! Hugs.
Nellieanna this verse sums up what you mean to so many of us here at the Hubs, simply brilliant, radiant and ever so beautiful.
"For me, I hear the music of your soul.
It emanates and radiates,
Germinates its tunes
Directly into mine.
Beautiful!"
You sing music to our souls with your array of sketches, it pours into our ears and souls and lingers for quite some time. Hugs from me to you and a blessed BIG TEXAS Happy New Year 2012 to you my dear.
Dear Ken - Your visits are always thrilling and gratifying for me. The things you say touch my heart and soul. We must be kin somehow. Thank you. Hugs, my very dear friend.
By the way - that is a most interesting new profile picture. Seeing you at your computer writing. . . provocative! I'm wondering what masterpiece you're composing!
WillStarr Level 8 Commenter 5 months ago
Nellieanna; the interior decorator of the soul, and tour guide into wonderland.