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Feelings once as brilliant as a thousand diamonds, turned to cold hard heart stones with your leaving. Please don’t go.

Wishing that all that is
could always be
That what is now
is what has always been

To be part of a life
always dreamed about
Somehow never achieved
or snatched away

Wanting that which
will never be
To be part of you
and part of me

To know deep in my heart
someone would always be there
I’d give compassion and care
and receive just the same

Wondering how it would be
if we’d be like now
Or if life would lead us around
in its same painful game

To wake in the morning
wrapped in your arms
Secure in the knowledge
you’d never be far
~away

The morning before you leave
so many words stuck in my throat,
Lodged in my heart, shattering inside,
blocked by rebellious emotions.

How endless the days will be,
tortuous weeks of unwilling
slavery to the upcoming
months of endless missing you.

Worry over your safety and health,
fear of the future unknown,
the possibility of a lifetime
without you in it with me.

Insecure in the commitment
of love, of fidelity, of evermore.
The lure of exotic lands,
fascination in foreign peoples.

Abject terror of the oceans wrath,
swallowing ships hale and strong.
Luring men to her deepest depths,
with her hypnotic seas-song.

Hold me now before you go,
your presence substantial and real
breath warm on my neck to keep my heart from freezing when you’re gone.

I am honored and humbled to have my poem “Think Not” accepted by Spillwords Press. Thank you very much to Dagmara K., Director of Development | Editing Department at Spillwords.com for the constant consideration and support.

“Think Not” will be published on 3/27/23 at 2am Eastern Time (ET)

Below is the link to it once published:

https://spillwords.com/think-not/

Ten years old and just discovering the magic of the written word. The beauty of word-weaving. The mystery of poetry and excitement of story-crafting.

The very best came in the mail, letters for me from my grandma.

The first time I saw his face
his eyes twinkled with merriment
His jaw was strong but not obstinate
his voice kind and gentle

The first time we went out together
he brought me a sweet gift
four handmade bath soaps
cradled in a lovely paper-mache bag

The first time he kissed me
the Earth didn’t move
shooting stars did not fall
but my heart sang with joy

The first time we had an anniversary
he took me away to a lovely place
presented me an engraved bracelet
bearing the year we first met

The first time he went astray
due to circumstance, work and play
I feared my heart would burst
filled with abject loneliness and pain

The last time he went away
as the sun splashed down
dousing it’s rays in a Spring ocean
I remembered all the first times

It knows not the heavy toil
it takes from within my
humanly fragile body
to give it rich, nutrient soil.

Soil procured by arthritic hands
dark, luscious and filled with minerals
to assist you as you grow fauna
and flora to cover these lands.

Lands taken, not given, not gifted
from those who valued your worth,
honored and thanked you, their
voices daily in song to you lifted.

Lifted above the glowing rows
of maze you taught them centuries
ago to plant and harvest to feed
livestock, horses, humans and crows.

Crow’s bring warnings of bad
weather, scarcity, war and death from those peoples whom you offered aid
to, food to, friendship to, what you had.

Had they embraced these Tribes
so different from them, I’d not be kneeling in my sweet suburban oasis,
but out on the prairie with pride.

Pride I have for you little garden,
struggling to fill my world with beauty
and grace as your stems and stalks
dance in the wind for your warden.

In response to dVerse Poets pub Quadrille #172 – SHIFT
Posted by Mish

To shift gears
increasing speed
accelerating

Past bright red lights
across stop sign lines
faster and faster

To the next adventure
you race ahead
leaving your last behind

To shift gears
momentum slowing
decelerating

Against the winds of time
life returns to normal
average

In response to Living Poetry’s – Monday Poetry Prompt: Although, Spring, Woodpecker
Posted by Bartholomew Barker

Every Spring you grace my home
your pecking soliloquy
music to my wintered ears

Although my neighbors
both small and frail
do not like the Woodpecker’s wail

I find his call melodious
supporting the tap tap tap
of his favorite pecking base

A choir of Bluebirds chirp joyfully along then there’s nothing better
than nature’s harmonious song

In response to March 20, 2023. Fandango’s One-Word Challenge – SALVAGE

Useful rubbish
discarded and ruined
Broken unbreakable’s
tattered and torn

Calamity and destruction
caused by one phone call
A lifetime of memories
unsalvageable after all

Truth versus fiction
hurt and betrayal
Love on the edge
salvage impossible now