I need your face.
I need your hands.
I need your voice.
I need your needing mine.
I need your whispered
You are beautiful.
You make me feel alive.
I need that you mean
Every word.
I need your making me shake
With fury
That you turn to laughter
That takes away the sting.
Makes both of us forget
And just love
That we are together
Here and now.
I need your lighting me
On fire.
Hungering and thirsting
For your burnt offerings
You pull with a frown
From that rusting microwave.
Saying, Sorry.
Grab your coat.
Be my treat!
Death can't. Death can't.
Death can't ever,
Ever,
Have
And here it is again...such a heart felt poem that it helps me shed another tear for the loss of the man I held so dear. I hope you never lose yours. I hope he keeps burning your dinner and telling you how beautiful you are. . .
Phyllis Jean, life this game we play. And always the player with the winning hand, death. Pursues relentlessly, patiently, victoriously. Your perspective on the game in these words shows the grit required to elude him as long as possible. May peace love and joy be with you my friend. Jon Michael
JEAN, DID YOU PAINT THE PICTURE?...IT IS ABSOLUTELY PERFECT FOR THIS WONDERFUL POEM THAT TEARS AT THE READERS HEART WITH CANDID, STRONG PHRASES OF LOVE. WELL DONE AND ENJOYED. THANKS FOR SHARING, LOVE AND BLESSINGS, JOYCE * HIS INSPIRATIONS
If it were I dear Phyllis, I would pass when you do. I could not live without you. It is hard enough in this situation. At least I have your warm loving writings. You are my enchantress.
No matter what we want, Death will have its say. Powerful, powerful cry from the heart begging for just a little more time ... well done, (((Pea))). I hope this is just the Muse, but have a feeling it's not ... if you need anything, I'm here for you. :(
A story set in 10 years time where two bodies are found in the river NITH in Dumfries, south west Scotland. One is a blind musician and police informant while the other is Poppy, a young girl. It brings Mark and Carla together with different views i
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So together—
Hither and thither,
You go—I
Sovereign -ly
Flow there … ever
Death, do, never
Curl … hands on
My angel's feathers
So loved
I see a woman who knows how to love..to live..to breathe..to fear..to hope..to demand of the powers that be..yes DEMAND.... for she knows she CAN!!
Kudos dear Phyllis..what a grand woman you are ( not to mention POET!
Bravo!
Blessings...
Vesna :)
PS I'm saving this piece..thank you!
A formidable example of Defiance ...
perhaps stronger than a meek plea for help from an unknown source?
Peace - Tom.
You pull with a frown
From that rusting microwave.
Saying, Sorry.
Grab your coat.
Be my treat!
LOL! Great image for a modern world.
Sheila
is powerful art. -gene.
Ron
Dick
PS - The book is at the printer, should be sending you your's within a couple weeks.
Yes!
John
Peace, love and light,
Amber
It conveys so well how the human condition is for all of us, and those we love, to be pursued so relentlessly by death.
Blessings, be well,
Christine
GOD BLESS YOU ALWAYS
TONY
Love's Bounty Forevermore & then some
Vickie
Sagexoxo
(((((HUGS))))) love and prayer, Karla.