A Softness

A Softness

I have known rose petals

Of beauty I cannot describe

They floated around me gently

From side to side

I thought these petals were

Meant only for me alone

Then one day I watched as they

Seemed different, somehow not mine to own

They seemed so soft and caring

T'was love I thought they brought

But I knew when I saw them and that

They seemed to be made of rock

All I wanted was a pureness

A softness I could keep

Tears stung my eyes as

They fell hard around my feet

Instead of softness they had

A hardness I had never seen

In something so beautiful

Yes, the tears did sting

But I know True loving petals

Will never fall so fast and hard

The True loving petals will fall gently

Floating as a soft rain, coming gently toward

That is when I will know Love

The rose will show me true

As petals fall so gently around me

They will be that True gift from You.

©Dana Waldrip-Price

2011

A Statue I Am Not

A Statue I Am Not

I am here, don't you see

I am living, I am still me

I hurt inside that you don't see

But I am living, I'm here, I am me

I am as a Statue to you

Like a granite entity

Don't I exist to you anymore?

But I am living, I'm here, I am me

Perfect I will never be

No one is, not even you, you see

Seems I am as a Statue to you

But I am living, I'm here, I am me

Why do you think I always have to be

Happy and carefree, I have many worries

Seems I am a statue to you

But I am living, I'm here, I am me

You never anymore even notice me

The deep wounds I live with daily

Seems I am a statue to you

But I am living, I'm here, I am me

A statue only stands there

No words, no tears, no smile to see

Even a statue needs to be noticed and

I am living, I'm here, I am me

Middle of the dark night, now alone again

The ink from my pen bleeds out dry

How strange, I thought a statue

Couldn't write, feel or cry

My tears again flow freely, now in the dark

My deepest pain and sorrow, no one sees

That I am not a statue, made of stone

I am living, I'm here, please notice me.

©Dana Price

A Hard Lesson To Learn

A HARD LESSON TO LEARN
~
She was battered and bruised, when I came home from school
Mom stood in the doorway, eyes black
Swollen and sore, mopping blood from the floor
The result of my father's attack
~
When I cried and asked why
My Dad’s reply, "Your mother went crazy again"
I'd seen it before when I walked through the door
Their arguing led to mayhem
~
I was but four when I saw the first time
Dad put fist(or worse) to mom's face
She'd bucked him before, she would do it no more
He would keep the bitch in her place
~
Mom hid it quite well, makeup covered the swell
And the black and blue marks that ensued
Only a couple good friends knew to what end
Mom's feelings toward dad had accrued
~
Once Dad’s attack took a broom to her back
Mom decided she'd had enough
"Touch me again and I'll kill you with my own hands
I won't take any more of your stuff"
~
Dad understood, mom meant to make good
On her threat if he touched her again
He could see in her eyes if there was a reprise
His life could come to an end
~
He really never kept his hands to himself, alcohol nor anger put on a shelf
Since everyday Mom would take it, give it, then stand her ground
I cannot forget, but I have one regret
That I never uttered a sound
~
Of protest or rage, for the war they would wage
Left me frightened, as any child would be
I hid from it all, ran to the ditch, or face to the wall
In a closet so I would not see
~
The lesson was tense, at my mother's expense
But I learned quite well what would be
I vowed from the start, and I knew in my heart
This would never happen to me!!

~

© Dana Price

She Dreamt She Was A Princess

She Dreamt She Was A Princess

Her life started as

Any child's does

Loved by many

Especially God Above

Then circumstances tore away

All of her happy days

She did exactly as she was told

Had to be done perfectly, in every way

She never got to have a child's fun

Work, chores and turmoil is all she knew

She toiled many long hours a day

But, she had her dreams that one day she prayed would come true

She would do as they said to

All of it without a word

But, inside her mind they could not get

So her dreams went unheard

Sister's that were favored over her

They got all they wanted and more

While she, just a baby herself

Scrubbed, cleaned and dreampt some more

She would watch them go

Dressed in Gold and Silver they were

Her in her rags for clothes she thought

That would also be her

The years went by

To her chores she kept

Scrubbing, cleaning, listening to them bicker

Finally with her friends the birds, she sat and bitterly wept

For only once she wanted to go

To a grand ball where the Prince would be

Her dreams through the years

They all included he

She would twirl and dance when she could

While she was alone

Pretending she was dancing with him

The Prince before he married and was gone

Then one night it happened, as once again she wept

Her friends the birds started singing

She looked up and saw her there

In her beautiful gown so gleaming

" You must hurry now" said the one

Who visited her that night

" Must not keep His Majesty waiting "

Rubbing her eyes, she stood up, surely she was losing her sight

It was her Fairy Godmother, she waved her wand

All around her swirled a gown of white

A carriage awaited her

To take her to her most beautiful night

She walked in, there was a hush

That fell upon the crowd

The Price saw this beautiful one

He knew she would be his bride and, wear a Princesses' crown

They danced all night together

Not another did he even see

There was no other now

She was the only one, his Princess she would be

Now you know the story

Of the child who had nothing up to then

This peasent girl married her Prince

And taught us to keep dreaming our dreams

And never give up on them....

©Dana Price

2010

Autumn Rose

Autumn Rose

Autumn sun shimmers

as late afternoon's red hue

casts romantic haze

over all I see

and remnants of a beautiful Rose

dictates my view

it's petals scattered

upon the Earth

I remember still

when she bloomed

with a Beauty that haunted

my Heart

and I was afraid

to cut her stem

in fear of losing

a friend

Yet Autumn comes

with Golden sun and stinging frosts

with a price so difficult

to comprehend

Only my tear remains

as a gorgeous petal

lays still on my palm

yet I will perserve

it's wonder

that I may evoke

the splendor

that melted my soul.

©Dana Price

2010

Dead Or Alive

Dead or Alive?

~

Autumn is a wondering time

The leaves take turns, and they leave

They drop away, as if to Die

And yet the Tree still Breaths

~

Before they leave, they let me know

Of their presence, I take for granted

Crimson Red, Fiery Orange, Bright Yellow too

They make their statement “We are not dead “

~

They sway gently, in the Autumn breeze

And crisp, cool, morning’s dew

They seem to say “look at us now “

“We give this Beauty freely, just for you”

~

Soon, only the empty branches are left

Standing alone, dormant, empty now

I wonder if they are lonely and, sad

Then they seem to whisper, “Do not fret, you will see again somehow

~

Beautiful, as they appear

The tree’s leaves, of radiant hue

I think I hear them tell me

“I do this all for you”

~

I do not understand why

They have to go away, so sad

Then I remember, they do come again

Something beautiful, from what I thought was bad

~

So for now, in the dawn’s first light

I will watch sadly, as the leaves fall away

Knowing in their seeming Death

Again, they will live in time, have hope, I make myself say

~

This thing called Nature, which God gave to me

Is Mysterious at best, you see

Just when I think, all is hopelessly Dead

In Springtime it all comes back, in its Beautiful Glory to me.

© Dana Price

Fantasy In The Forest

I walked in the Forest tonight. Twilight was kissing the sky. I walked among the green trees and flowers so beautiful I can not describe. The last Golden, Magenta rays of the setting Sun, danced off of my hair and the beautiful leaves. Then I heard it. The distinct sound of footsteps behind me. I turned and looked. It was him. He touched my cheek so gently as he stroked my face. I bowed my head-almost shyly-but he lifted my chin to look deeply into his piercing eyes. His smile was so gentle and sincere, it engulfed my entire being. He pulled me to him gently. His lips touched mine with a feeling I had never known before. His lips found my neck. My head now back-the safety of his touch, made me feel as if I was wrapped in a blanket of protection. He smiled gently, and asked if I was afraid. I said "No". Again, that smile. His eyes twinkled as his gentle hands found the first strap of my flowing dress. With gentle expertise, he took away slowly and let fall to the ground, what had been covering my body. Totally consumed by him-he gently layed me back on the soft cushion bed of grass. My fingers found the buttons of his shirt. One by one until his chest was exposed to me. A small gasp escaped my lips. Then I slowly pushed it off his shoulders. My eyes followed my hands to first his chest, then his shoulders, his back, feeling his body tense ever so slightly. I touched each part that was now visible to me. I felt his hand on my inner thigh-as I felt my own body tense now. He gently kissed my thigh and found his way down to my ankle-then slowly back up again. I felt his lips close around my breast. Again, a gasp-more audible now, came from my lips. His touch was like no other. His manhood had grown, his breathing had quickened, as had my own. I felt myself engulfed in his heat as my passion grew quickly. My hips began to move toward his seeking hands. He stopped. What was wrong? What did I do? Nothing. He just quietly asked again if I was afraid and if I wanted him to stop. Oh dear God, I never wanted this to end. I pulled him to me and answered his question with no words-but a deep passionate kiss. His arms folded around me as he slowly, gently, entered me. Again, a moan rose from my lips. The very feel of him was again, like no other. The trees, the flowers, engulfed our bodies as we became one. The Moon was touching our bodies now as our passion grew. I pulled away gently and my mouth found his manhood. A gasp and a moan, now much more audible from him, as his body tensed again. I gently let my tongue tease him, as I smiled a mischievous smile. I heard his moans, now uncontrolled, as his body began to tremble. With one fluid movement, he was positioned so I too was fully available to him. His mouth found my own womanhood. Oh God, was this real or a beautiful Fairytale. He gently, at first, nibbled at me. Then in a swift move, his tongue was thrust deep into me. His manhood grew even more intense between my lips now but- in one gentle move he pulled me on top of me as he buried his manhood into me, we were breathless. His kisses were stronger now-as we were both lost in Ecstasy. The Moon touched his face. He was even more gorgeous than I thought, but that was not important. His eyes were filled with Desire- as were my own. We were hopelessly lost in our garden of Love, Passion, and we both felt Paradise. Our Hearts and Souls flowed together as if we both knew the others feelings. The sheer ecstasy, the passion, the desire, and the Love, I can not describe. Our breath was heavy, our bodies were spent. He took me gently in his arms and held me as if I had never been held before. He kissed my lips, my eyes, my face, covering me with soft gentle, sweet kisses. We both smiled. Then I heard it! The sound of water falling. I had not noticed it before this moment. Like a child, I jumped up and ran to the most beautiful Waterfall Pond I have ever seen. I jumped in and he followed me. We laughed and played and then- he pulled me to him, kissed my lips and told me that what we had was real. But- alas, we had to part for now. We both could feel and knew, we would be one again soon. A sweet goodnight kiss for his Princess-another for the man who had stolen my very being. And, yet I knew it would be safe with him- as would be my Heart, which I gave to him- and as his spirit is- which he left with me.

©Dana Price