Saturday, August 29, 2020

 


I Write You

 ○• Longing for You °○•


Quill of pen, body, and soul
 I write you
In all the ways you've never been written before
 A beautiful calligraphy of our unspoken art... 
A wanton desire in words etched upon my beating heart 
As ink spills forth from my veins 
I write you
my love-again and again...


Saturday, May 9, 2020

Reflections

The day had been long
with still much to do
And, I was feeling 
out of sorts
A little blue

He asked, 
if had fifty cents,
mere pocket change, 
This man with no 
mask, and I… 
the same

I paused in reflection
just having stepped
out of the car
No, I do not think so, 
came my response

Well, that's alright
lovely lady, he replied,
for it seems no one 
does, but I'll get by

And it became quite clear,
an acute awareness-
how close he appeared,
how our breaths could 
be one
For he stood very near

I glanced upon his face
a quick glimpse into his
eyes, it did not go
unnoticed, life's many
weathered lines
Yet, his smile still
one of grace

This man with no mask
and I... the same

I processed it all
for a second or two
and asked, as he took
leave, “how about a 
dollar, would that do?"

He smiled once again,
swiftly answered, "why yes, 
it really would, I hated to 
ask, so kind that 
you could:"

Of course, was all I mustered
New perspective gained
And I found myself smiling,
at this man, who wore no mask-

and I... the same

Friday, April 17, 2020

Poetry




And, I always knew, the heart,

vast beyond measure, could

still love, even whilst broken,

but this, this shattering of pieces

carried on the breeze, was more

than even i could believe, yet,

the heart still beats strong, a

reminder to carry on, and to

never stop falling...

xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx


and i never knew, the depth in which my heart grew,