While the weeds were shooting roots deep into the ground
we thought a rose-filled garden was growing all around
and as the heavy random waves crashed nearby our home
you looked upon the heart I gave
then left me... all alone.
Now the torrent of the sea
is sadly howling songs to me
and banshees lullaby my sleep
to sooth me with a dream so deep
that all the aching I was dealt
is but a long-gone thorn I felt.
INDEED, WAVES OF LIFE....THEY COME AND GO AND WE SURVIVE THEIR PLUNDERING BY THE STRENGTH OF...'HIM'...WHO YOU KNOW. THANKS MY FRIEND. LOVE, BLESSINGS AND FAITH...HIS INSPIRATIONS
I have felt like this, and this poem you wrote, reminds me that I am not alone in these 'waves of life'. But I like the way you concluded the poem...words of comfort, hope. Your write is very visual, and tells a story, which I always enjoy when reading poems. This one I felt very deep down in my heart, thanks Kay.
My, my, this is a wonderful poem about being deserted by the one you loved. The last two lines are wonderful in the extreme that you serviced
and made your way. This is a hard poem to write I feel.
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.
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.
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and made your way. This is a hard poem to write I feel.
Regis