Tag Archives: Love
Safe Distance
Additionally, I admit I awaited it
The other shoe to drop
It was me, my fault
Believing too big always
The ’72 Nova Super Sport
Traded before I became of age
The certainty I saw in unions
Disproved before my very eyes
Muscle cars and you and me
Crashed before together began
Difficult Art
All the nonsense to receive
Mantas and tenets rising up
Ancient foundations to revere
What architects are responsible?
Live right, I accept
Love well, all the more
But call me not lover for a season
God didn’t build me to let go
If He tells me He did
I’ll tell Him He’s a liar
Time
Do you, as I, daily perform an unending juggling act with the hours, grasping at fleeting minutes, feeling, by sundown, famished for time?
Who of us doesn’t wish to artfully turn the wretched clock into origami art that would sit silent and still on the wall and evidence beauty instead of lack?
Were it possible, I would wave my surely magic arms, and weave into the moments a stop gate, then take eternity to tell you, thank you, you were right, and I love you.
Fireworks, Baby
Count yourself among the many
Who do not care to consider my midnight musings of any value
To know my heart-wrenching pleas for your return
Sent unrequited out
But what you need know
My last diary entry was a mid-summer date
Immediately before the fireworks, but after my hope expired
Your birthday, baby
Love Language: A Haiku
Nothing less tragic
Than unintentional pain
From speaking the truth
Over
There was that night
An only slightly dimmed light
There was that song I sang to you –I believe you sang back– about being crazy ‘ bout you
An ode I’m inclined to replay over and over and over in my mind, in hopes that I’d grow tired
There was that us celebrating love
An honest Thanksgiving
Fenced
He never his used looking glass
To further contemplate
The diamond in the rough he held
Failed to appreciate
Her too-many facets
Her intellect and whim
All for his sense of pridefulness
What brilliance, lost on him
This woman’s worth upon his life
Her presence in his home
The lack of foresight in him then
Brings his heart now to roam
Ocean Behind
Goodbye last chance to dance
Again
Saved us
If only for a time
Some heartache
Where, were there a promise
Who’d have forgiven us?
Not us
Again
I wish we’d have danced
Original Thought Credit: “Different Worlds,” Jes Hudak
Just Sunshine
I am told of a song worth singing
That the curveball I ought throw life, in perfect pitch, sounds something like this:
“I’m gonna love you like no one has hurt me
I’ve known just sunshine
Wild imagination, deeply invested
Forever, we’re fine”
This, the lore, these sage storytellers I keep company with implore I believe that
A song I must sing, I am told
Original Thought Credit: “Come Rain or Come Shine;” Music and lyrics by Harold Arlen and Johnny Mercer, respectively.
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