Afire, awaiting
Take a step back and come back
To chaos promised
And shame kept you
These green eyes
Left alone
So alone
These long days
And silence stole you
These aching arms
Holding on
Holding nothingness
These words failed
And shame kept you
Be careful, Wildman
I’ll be forced to speak
A hello from my lips
You’ll be forced to hear
A smite upon your charm
Reminding these merged minds
That you strolled away
Your big words failed a love
Your wielded strength a boon
For broken hearts and homes
Original Thought Credit: “…they should’ve behaved better.” -Anne Lamott
Cinderblock
‘neath antique doors
All painted pretty
Chipping away
Year after year
Facing Nor’easters
Hoping against hope
An honest wind
A gentle brush
Come calling home
There’s something so right
in how my pieces remain
intact, claws and all.
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All that I need do
now then, is take my own hand
to feel contentment.
I like living like
I’ve every reason to live
This single lifetime
Acting as mountains
On universe energy
Proves to me we’re ours
Photo Credit: Anonymous sister on my behalf, Milwaukee, Wisconsin
Art Credit: LOVE Sculpture, Robert Indiana; Milwaukee Art Museum
Could there be more heav’nly sounds
More clear-cut answer to prayer
As these wondrous crickets’ songs
Bless the lonely air
Tear-stained girl, lovesick boy
“Keep the hope,” ’tis said
This night, they’ll keep you company
Their concert voids the dread
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