I called my ex-love and she refused to talk to me. (These are the feelings of a friend not mine).
Craving for a touch of love
I sank in the depth of my dreams
To warm a lonesome heart
Tired of long squirmy nights
But every piece of my memory
Melted in the heat of a cold water
As a frozen chill ran through my spine
Leaving me buried in the rubble
Of my past mistakes
I left her when she loved me
Now I have to pay the price
this is the classic style of Abdi-Noor -- a tragedy and love story combined with beautiful expression -- much love and peace my dear friend -- Jon Michael
Melting in the heat of cold water...a quasi metaphysical experience of a heart which are suddenly abandoned by its warmth and freezes when the cold breath of rejection is the answer to a simple question, "do you love me?"
Georg
New Poetry by Abdi-Noor Haji Mohamed (Eagle Of Hope)
Just as life during the pandemic was color-coded with different hues representing different levels of danger, life in its aftermath has become shaded in similar ways. As a self-styled “Seeker of Beauty with Beauty,” (borrowing from a quote by W.E.B.
In a post-coup America, an Illinois farm boy is drawn into the resistance by his brother's death. Captured, he is given a choice: betray his friends, or the girl he loves will be lobotomized.
Peace, love, and light,
Amber "V"
With Love,
Cindy
(((HUGS))) love and prayer, Karla.
Georg