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Author Name: Freestormwolf 16 Comments
Date Added: May 10, 2011 11:05:08 Average Score: Not Shared
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Type: Free Verse
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Things to Come

She ran, fleet of foot.

Across the links, down to the dunes,
liberated and exuberant;
heartbeat chiming time
to the church bells of freedom.

And the distant hills called her
as in childhood,
when we played in the sand
and thought those shores across the firth
to be magical at least.

She ran and ran
all the way to waking up....
and the room intruded on her joy
and the nebulizer stood waiting.

But she'd been given a glimpse.

Author's Notes:
Dedicated to my sister Rosalind, very disabled by Lupus. In recognition of her recent dream.
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Comment By: Freejamieson steele on May 30, 2013 01:01:35 PM Report


Love is a beginning not an end when we find it.

No walls can bind it. No room can "intrude" on it.

Only the sounds of our hearts can hear it.

Lots of good thoughts & tastes,


Comment By: FreeLeonard Wilson on January 10, 2013 04:11:26 PM Report
Heartbreaking and beautiful, Ali.....Your reading of your own brilliant work is nothing short of masterful....len
Comment By: FreeTristan on September 29, 2012 12:56:39 AM Report
Allison:  I wonder if Rosalind is still with you to share her dreams... or if she has made that liberating run across the links to the hills that called her.  I believe they are magical at the least, and holy at their best, to receive her with great joy when the angels call.  Your poetry breathes life and passion and wonder on the page that I can only hope to scratch on in my desperation to write so exquisite a poem.  Incredible writing.  Tristan 
Comment By: PremiumDan J. Mazurek on June 27, 2012 05:32:06 PM Report

your one special lady

to have a vision

in a time like this.

Comment By: PremiumMerv on June 4, 2012 06:11:27 PM Report
A very thought provoking write.  It is sad to watch someone you care for suffering. Beautiful expression
Comment By: PremiumFirestone Feinberg on November 21, 2011 06:11:53 PM Report
So sorry about your sister.  What a sad and beautiful poem.   Your reading is superb.  I wish I could help.  ----David

Comment By: FreeKaren on October 29, 2011 01:37:54 PM Report
Lupus, such a horrible thing to be haunted with. A sad, but beautifully written poem. I was aka crying_wolfe, glad to see you are still here !
Comment By: PremiumHOPE on October 25, 2011 05:04:26 PM Report
Oh, my goodness, a beautiful poem and finely read.  I love hearing someone's voice read a poem.  You clearly, understand your sister struggle with not being able to breathe.  I only have asthma but sometimes the panic that sets in is awful.  You and Rosalind are in my prayers.  Tina
Comment By: FreeThomas Pender on June 11, 2011 05:59:57 PM Report

ah.....the harsh realities.......well presented and with a delicate twist....."She ran and ran

all the way to waking up....


Comment By: FreeRoger Bacon on June 4, 2011 05:52:12 PM Report
I'm focusing on the last line 'but she'd been given a glimpse'.  To me  it shows the love  you have for Rosalind.

Comment By: FreeBarbara Demasson on June 4, 2011 04:07:18 PM Report
Splendid penning Ali...poignant and pleasing. Bravo!

~Barbara D~

Comment By: FreeA.P. on May 30, 2011 10:24:26 PM Report
this is so eloquent and beautiful and heartbreaking.  that line "she ran and ran / all the way to waking up" so perfectly expresses that sense of disappointment in waking from night or day dreams that you wish were real. lovely.

Comment By: PremiumDavid Turner on May 14, 2011 12:28:01 PM Report
 Beautifully and skilfully done Alison, this way of transposing from dream to reality was very original and effective:-

She ran and ran

all the way to waking up....

I am sorry to hear that Rosalind is so ill.


Comment By: FreeThe Bag Lady on May 11, 2011 09:53:44 AM Report

So beautifully and skillfully written, dear friend.....Thank you for such a great write on something that must be heartbreaking in life....Ahhh, but that wonderful escape....Great writing, little healer....

The Baglady..

Comment By: AdminRichardM on May 10, 2011 09:03:23 PM Report

I felt this really explored the subject very effectively. I felt uplifted by visions and the magic of youth vision before returning me to her reality. Thanks for sharing with us. Probably not the easiest thing on you to write. Well done!

Comment By: PremiumMary Lou Allen on May 10, 2011 03:32:33 PM Report
I hate when life's cruelties interrupt those sweet moments of escape. Well done, Alison. ML


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