We hold each other’s hearts tenderly
to shelter us against undo weathering
cupped gently against the bitter wind
hold my heart, call me friend
nestled carefully with softness and feathering
no key needed, we’re flocked together
buffering each other against the elements
forming covalent bonds with simple elegance
offering stabilizing support; energy to lend
carefully tending to our shared experiment
more than chemistry, in the end
science plus love= a friendship blend
I wish that you could return.
These crumbs left behind? No feast.
For the entire cake, I yearn.
My finger’s burned……
…….The lessons learned.
I wish that you could return.
I probably talk about this too much
I know that there is far more important stuff
But please, is there any possible way
I can get up AFTER the break of day?
I wouldst share my heart today
Pouring love with all I’d say.
I’d wax poetic with tender care
A life and world changing share.
But I am shy. So… bye.
Sounds
crash, boom, whack,
thump, bang, giggle
whoop, laugh, smack,
clunk, stomp, whistle
whoosh, clang, clack
hush, swish, wiggle
pop, snap, crack
sniff, clap, sizzle
squish, slurp, slap,
gurgle, slip, tickle
yell, zip, zap
zing, swing, swizzle
slide, glide, tap
ting, tang, fizzle…..
How One Might Write A Poem.
Prompt: How to. Let’s show ‘em.
How do I do this, that thing?
Gnashing of teeth! Dramatic arm flinging!
Woe is me! What to do?
Agonize for days.( And forget, too.)
Obviously I have no marketable skills.
I pace and ponder. Worry. Wonder.
I fret. Self confidence is killed.
Hmm, wait. I do do this.
How though? The real problem is.
Talk to yourself. Write it down.
Add more words. Switch some around.
Try to make it sorta rhyme.
Attempt to make it keep time.
Google rhyming dictionary. Explore the thesaurus!
Edit. Refine. (Well, maybe next time.)
HOW TO go read more how-tos at Melissa’s link-up.
It’s the first day of Fall
Not much changes today, at all.
The children already fill the halls.
The incremental ratcheting down of pace
from high summer to deep winter
Is already a half run race.
The temperature’s cooler, dark comes earlier.
The wind’s more “bracing”, animals furrier.
But still, today is about balance.
Day and night in equal measure.
Yin and Yang at nature’s leisure.
A chance to pause, take stock, reflect.
Let the fall season’s quietness set.
Take the turn from outward action
of newborn spring and teenaged summer
to the gathering and tending faction
of fall’s nurturing and maturing mother.
Storing food and building cozy nests
in prudent readiness and busy preparation
For the darker colder month’s rest
and relaxation, or more aptly: hibernation.
This Autumn Equinox take a moment
to center yourself, take a breath.
Breathe in. Believe you are potent.
Breathe out. Release all the rest.
This day is just a day like any other
even though a year ago I lost my mother.
It doesn’t hurt more today than it did yesterday
Nor, I imagine, will it hurt any less tomorrow.
Marking off days on some tally stick
Doesn’t really do the trick.
It doesn’t ease my sorrow.
It’s been a year.
We’ve made it through.
Survived each and every day of it without you.
Some of them really weren’t that bad
Many were the worst and hardest we’ve ever had.
I mark this anniversary wearily.
I’m tired of the heartbreak and the heartache; tired of you being gone, really.
I take this moment to acknowledge how far I’ve come
in muddling through this healing process thing.
To acknowledge that I still have miles to go.
One thing I know for sure
is that this one year pales in comparison to our 34.
♥
“If you get there before I do
Don’t give up on me.
I’ll meet when my chores are through
I don’t know how long I’ll be.”
Gently treat my heart
The seams are worn
and prone to fall apart.
This jagged, gaping tear of mine
has been crudely stitched together by the hands of time.
I am reminded of a year ago and before
When we always the possibility of more.
I tell you I love you, I say it out loud.
You tell me you love me in dreams and in clouds.
It’s impossible and it’s rough
to let that be enough
world, gently treat my heart today
for I have not the heart to play.
Words connect us,
they often do
transmitting my thoughts from me to you.
hands connect us,
linking us together
fingers and palms snuggled up forever
bodies connect us,
these intimate relations
binding us closer through physical sensations
hearts connect us,
channeling our emotion
providing a buoy in life’s ocean
love connects us
nothing else needed.
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