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Poetry from the Seasons of My Life
Poetry from the Seasons of My Life
Poetry from the Seasons of My Life
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One of the most precious and priceless gifts in the world is the heart of a woman. A beautiful kaleidoscope of raw emotions, experiences, and memories, a womans heart knows no boundaries or limitations regarding her cherished and sacred love.

Whether old, young, rich, poor, black, or whitewe have all craved love from another. We are ordinary women-but possess extraordinary love. At one period in time, we each have loved, whether or not love actually decided to pay us a visit, stay around for a while, or unselfishly love us back. It may not always reciprocate or manifest itself how we desire. Sometimes it may be followed by hurt, disappointment, loss or death, but we still keep on loving

When permitted to give wholly and freely, a womans satiable heart is unadulterated and her love is both timeless and unconditional Her love is naked and pure resilient and determinedpatient and forgiving...

In the quest to find her destiny, every woman will inevitably experience powerful and unpredictable seasons on her journey called Life, as love etches indelible lines of poetry across her impressionable heart. I invite you to enter into my heart and share my poetry from the seasons of my life.

LanguageEnglish
PublisheriUniverse
Release dateApr 28, 2012
ISBN9781462061358
Poetry from the Seasons of My Life
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CeCe Penne

CeCe Penne is an author and poet who discovered her love for writing at five years old. She is an avid reader of biographies and women's historical literature. She has written many short stories and recently completed her first novel. She enjoys cooking, jazz and classical music, reading, traveling, and studying Middle Eastern dance. CeCe currently resides in New York.

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    Poetry from the Seasons of My Life - CeCe Penne

    Dedication

    To all the silent women in the world

    who feel they lost their voice

    when they lost their love

    Contents

    Dedication

    Introduction

    Blue - The Color of My Love

    The Sun Is Shining

    32 (Coming into Womanhood)

    The Path

    Footprints in the Sand

    Self Reflection

    Cloak of My Sin

    Black Widow

    The Enemy

    I Smile

    The Touch

    Your Body

    Unattainable

    A Late Night´s Visit

    Diamonds

    The Wishing Well

    Envy

    Old and New

    Love on a String

    The Last Dawn

    Untitled

    Unmasked

    Truth…or Dare

    A Love Not Your Own

    …Intimacy

    Cecelia

    Ain´t it Kinda Funny

    I Saw His Eyes

    The Wall

    All of Me

    Is There Another Word for Love?

    The Ocean

    Native Love Song

    Sacrifice for Sacrifice

    A Heart Framed of Gold

    Black Butterfly

    A Crime of the Heart

    The End of Time

    Time in a Bottle

    Love and Paradise

    Flowers, Mountaintops and Fairytales

    Introduction

    Over the course of several years, I have compiled poems that I wrote throughout the seasons of my life. Since I was a young girl, poetry has always been the refuge for my impressionable heart. It has always been the place where I could retreat, recover and recuperate until my healing came. Some of these poems speak directly from my heart, voicing the hurt, joy, sorrow, passion and love that I have experienced. Other poems express the emotions and feelings of some of those who have been close to me, but did not have the voice to speak-so in these poems, I have spoken for them.

    May you too find your voice.

    Blue - The Color of My Love

    Blue…

    Blue was the only color

    that I ever knew

    Blue was the color

    of the sky

    on the last day that I

    ever saw you.

    Blue, with clouds of gray

    as the thunder smothered

    the cries of my heart

    and the tide washed it away.

    Blue was the color

    of the flash of lightening

    that struck my soul,

    and set it on fire.

    Jazz and old memories

    playing on my record player

    those late nights

    when I’m all alone

    they’re all blue too.

    And as I sit and cry and moan

    with Ethel,

    Bessie cries my heart out too

    and Billie and I sit and glare

    out the window praying

    for better days…

    My love, once so ravishingly red

    with burning passion and desire,

    now rests in shades and hints of gray,

    black and blue, for I

    am beginning to tire.

    But tomorrow

    when I awaken

    like forever and yesterday,

    the sky, like my love for you,

    will always be blue and never

    Fade

    Away…

    The Sun Is Shining

    The sun is shining

    The moon is forgiving

    It’s time now

    To begin living…

    There’s pearls in the sky

    of white clouds

    And diamonds can be found

    in the bottom of the ocean.

    Rivers endlessly flow and run

    like dreams at midnight.

    When I look into your eyes

    over breakfast at dawn

    They make me melt

    and the sun

    sets in winter…

    Winter with palm trees

    coconuts, and girls

    in grass skirts

    Hips swaying from side to side

    rhythmically to the beat

    of conga drums,

    hands clapping, and the sounds

    of little feet.

    My hammock blows

    gently in the wind

    with the melodic sound

    of wind chimes

    tinkling over my head

    and I roll over

    and I look at you

    There’s diamonds in your smile

    and rays of sunlight in your hair.

    The sun is setting…

    I am forgiving

    I caught a diamond in my hand

    It’s time to start living…

    32 (Coming into Womanhood)

    With just the simple flick of my wrist

    Casual fling of my hair

    Hand on one

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