I missed picking a zucchini from my garden
& now I need to use it for bread (your favorite)
and then...I thought of you...
The special cinnamon I buy for my coffee (to also make my oatmeal cookies)
and again...I thought of you...
seems everything I do...reminds me of you...
and...I think of you...
I Miss You...Everyday...
and Yes, I Still Love You...
Love’s Diveneress
She spoke softly to the blissful Elysium of destiny;
Whispering beatitudes upon warming sunrise.
Paradisian moments unveiled ethereal promises:
Embracing the elysian’s of her spirituous soul …
She transcends silently above earthly sandstones.
Mere pebbles reflect her diaphanous eyes of blue.
As she closes her last breath to her relucent life,
love’s divineress delivers her into her empyrean freedom…
I used to tease you about using "Vickiese" language and now it is you who are teaching me new words. How's that for poetic justice? "Divineress" is a new word for me so thank you dear goddess of the flat lands. Oh, by the way, your poem is incredibly lovely and heavenly. Love, hugs, and best wishes,
TRUE STORY. Bella survived an abusive powerbroker father with organized crime ties, a drug-addicted mother and a physically/sexually abusive brother. Shocking & inspirational. When she couldn't cry, she tattooed a crying angel to cry for her.
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xo Regis
Your freind, Mark