Saudade

Deep emotional nostalgia
is my sustenance,
melancholic longing,
the tune that sets me apart,

absent nouns creating an affair,
are those that rule my being,
and this is saudade,
taught to me by the Portuguese.

Described as "the love that remains"
after an existence is gone,
saudade, is my new relationship,
one that will not desert me.

Saudade is the one thing,
the one person, the one place,
that should be with me, at a particular time,
a particular moment,
in a particular way,
but, is missing;

and the absence is felt in suffering,
with agony,
with bittersweet memories,
with depression from missing;
save joyful gratitude, from the experience.

They say in Portuguese,
Tenho saudade do que fomos;
I feel longing of the way we were,

so it is my word of ever,
it is my word of body,
it is the substance,
of all my memories,

I have chosen,
saudade...



©, Dawn Michelle

Authors Note:

Contest Prompt "What is your favorite word"    saudade poems • portugal poems • love poems • longing poems • nostalgia poems

Silence

I still see you in my dreams,
feel the presence of your being,
the caress of your memory,
even so, you see me no more.

I thought this day not to come,
that souls should part, to touch not again,
but I see that it is true and I,
I have been a naïve fool.

Do you feel it, the essence I send,
it blows billowy between the curtains of your room,
in the pale moonlight,
the smell of salt and fishes abounding.

Yes, my dear, that is me,
I am in you still,
a deep saudade,
from a fado refrain,

for I am the one so true,
the words of the music,
setting at your feet,
with the wish of a touch,
that I may again return home.

But your visions are silent of me,
and I am stranded,
in agony of reprieve,

I sit alone,
asking that another journey in the night,
will take me home,
that I may travel with you once more.

Can you leave me here,
can you desert me,
is it nothing but a tale,

the wailing of the guitars
tells me its so,
and the panic of my tears
are now real.

I am nothing,
I land upon the sand of the shores
as barco negro,
returning empty from the sea,
lost to that which was never mine,

my heart buried, in the depths of thee...




Authors Note:

Missing Portugal...

Saudade:  (in Portuguese folk culture) a deep emotional state of melancholic longing for a person or thing that is absent: the theme of saudade in literature and music.

Fado: a Portuguese folk song typically of doleful or fatalistic character and usually accompanied on the guitar.


© Dawn Michelle   portugal poems • love poems • life poems • loss poems • friendship poems

Sacred Sister

When I was new,
she became my friend,
then I was called,
and her knowledge was lent.

I found I was sick,
she nursed me to health;
and when I broke down,
she returned me to stealth.

Once I was lost,
but she loved me patiently;
Then it became dark,
so she sent light faithfully.

And as I repented,
she stood by my side;
Happiness then came,
and we rejoiced by and by.

Grief discovered my heart,
so hers was heavy too;
she took hold of my hand,
and we cried rivers anew.

I needed encouragement then,
to keep going on,
she uplifted me high,
and life moved along.

Even so, I was afraid,
so she sat by my side;
and when I felt alone,
on my doorstep she would arrive.

My family was in great need,
she made them her own;
she clothed them and fed them,
and we were never alone.

But I wanted to shut down,
yet she held the door open;
her words, her love,
such beautiful emotion.

And though I felt like dying,
you know my life she saved;
she told me I had worth,
and helped me to pray.

Then finally I triumphed,
oh how she was, my biggest fan;
but I saw then she was in need,
so I quickly took her hand.

I clothed her and fed her
and brought light to her house;
she was my sister after all,
how could I not help.

I found then at times,
there were others in need;
I also found that sometimes
again it was me.

We serve each other valiantly,
so all can move in stride,
Zion our destination,
Jesus Christ at our side.

We are sisters in Zion,
we are Sisters in Christ,
sacred love our goal,
sacred service our life.....

**For My Sisters......

with love from Dixie <3 p="">

LDS visiting teaching prompt for women's conference Gilmer Texas Stake 2017  © Dawn Michelle    love • life • friendship • christ • spirit