Gone again
into the blue
Away from me
back to you
Awake he will
upon his ship
A rapier strapped
upon his hip
Ready and willing
to meet the day
Good and bad
will he slay
A wife’s bequest
is where he sails
A dowry chest
with golden nails
My love and heart
could not keep him near
Back to her he sails
his message torturously clear
To him she offers
wealth and fame
From me all I wanted
was to bear his name
Into the abyss of deniability
knowledge of the unknown
an unacknowledged known
To enter into a forbidden realm
untethered by constraint
constrained by an invisible tether
When wrong is right
and right no longer matters
matters forego right
Hunger drives the beast
sated is no longer starving
starving and never sated
Moves forward to open the door
illicit pleasures in the dark
darkness releases smuggled illicitness
In response to Sadje’s What do you see #186 May 15, 2023- Mother’s Day
He is relentless. He says his favorite person is just there at the Sweet Stand and is alone, won’t I go with him to say hello?
I hesitate, look down into the beaming face of my son and give in. I always do, when it’s something dear to his heart. He jumps up and down excitedly, the native Englander’s looking up to smile at the behavior of the over-exuberant American boy.
My son grabs my hand, unceremoniously pulling me toward the distinguished looking gentlemen standing at the Sweet Stand talking comfortably with the young attendant. He hears my sons voice and smiles with the warmest, most welcoming smile I have ever seen.
He looks up, our eyes meet and I whisper shyly, “Hello Keith.”
In response to Bartholomew Barker at Living Poetry’s Monday Poetry Prompt:
CHANGE, DEAL, EXTREME
The deal made in good faith
no hurt no foul the agreement
Walls removed allowed you in
love bloomed vulnerability exposed
Days go by in quiet seclusion
greeted with peace and quiet
Solitude extends into weeks
weeks dissolve acidly into months
Waiting alone unwanted
the past repeated again
Contract aborted words defiled
future bleak and empty
Extreme change unsolicited
breaks the fragile threads
A beginning never begun
major foul measureless hurt
In response to Fandango’s One Word Challenge (FOWC) – Destination
Go forward
never finding
your destination
To reach
your destination
is to reach
THE
END
In response to Of Maria Antonia’s Photo Challenge #19 – Flowers
Photograph by
Gypsie-Ami Offenbacher-Ferris
Silence chosen by one
quiet solitude
Lack of connection
to another
muted torture
Pain of loss unchosen
peaceful torment
River full of jagged stones
on bare feet
private misery
Alone again
not chosen
Meals as one
isolated waking
sleepless dreaming
Chooses another
love removed
his choice
Loneliness prevails
walking soundlessly away
In response to post by Living Poetry’s
Bartholomew Barker
“Let’s Write A Picnic Poem”
A bed of roses life is not
a nest of thorns
is where I lay my lot
That pretty vine
that looks so soft
poison ivy is what I got
Up above the sky so blue
above my head seagull’s flew
onto my head they did plop
This pretty blanket I sit upon
checkered red placed on the ground
wool made blisters all around
This poem has said nothing new
think I shall have to give
it back to Bartholomew!
It is very difficult
to realize
What you are to me
is not what I am to you
It is heartbreaking
to know
My sun rises and sets with you
I am but a shadow for you in your sun
It is with agonizing clarity
to understand
Number one you are for me
for you I am way past three
It is utterly disappointing
to comprehend
Your life a full story to mine
mine a mere sentence in yours
It is with painful acceptance
to relinquish
Dreams and expectations
and just be me
Truth and consequences
cause and effect
Splash to tsunami
sunrise to sunset
Neglect to illness
loneliness to despair
Actions and reactions
heartache and tears
One to three
universe to me
Harmful today
deadly ricochet
Gypsie’s Wonderful World of Words 