I’m somewhere in the in-between of holding on and letting go
I’m neither here nor there as my mind ponders what to do
If there’s a whole world out there waiting to take my hand
It’s too bad I can’t take control of what’s happening in this land.
I’m trying to let you go but how many times must my love be tried
The silence and blank stare from your dark eyes, could it be a lie?
Has the love disappeared once and for all- please tell me it’s not true.
I loved you the moment I saw you- your muscular body was my refuge
I grew up with you, had your babies, and now I’m just someone you knew.
If I saunter slowly under the moonlit sky will you stop me and swallow me whole?
Your sweet presence surrounds me squeezing away any hope I had of escaping
I love your warm lips and the feel of your kiss and the way your mouth explores my neck
I love your strong shoulders and tan, muscular chest and the way your hands fondle my breasts
Take me back, take me away, take these tears and fears and run with me to an unexpected place
If you take me under the moonlit sky, sweep me off my feet, stop me and swallow me whole
I will love your warm lips while they explore my neck and beg you to touch me some more.
Something is happening inside of me like a light turning on in the darkness. I squint because it’s so bright and not something I’m used to. Butterflies are in my tummy and my lips part a little to grin. Is this a glimmer of hope that I’m feeling? A candle’s wick silently flickers dimly, in the living room of my heart.
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A poet is born not taught
A person either has it or not
Poetry cannot be learned-only sought
The burden formed in the soul
Burns from the depths of Sheol
Wanting to come alive
Creating a kind of drive
Thoughts have to be on paper
Words must be formed! Come out!
The verse brought to life, end of drought.
Free! Yet lives the land
An oyster blossoms, a pearl
Glistening cries the sand.
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The crazy guy with the creepy eyes is singing me a lullaby
In his head it’s a beautiful melody
I haven’t the heart to mutter… it’s actually a blubbering blunder
He looks down where I lie, his soul seeping, my thoughts meandering
Wondering what wanderlust makes him justify his pondering gaze
Thin lips parted partly allowing the sing-song and drawing a crowd around
My dilated pupils put up at the pinholes in the pink canvas above
Suddenly feeling the soft grass and flowers beneath my bare legs
Awareness…my spirit is leaving my body, and freedom comes with peace.