A woman took my hand. Wrapping her arms around me I could feel her soft skin, and delicately perfumed scent. Her long straight hair brushed over my arm as she leaned over to plant a kiss on my cheek. So unexpectedly. So very different to a man. So gentle and enticing. I lost my breath.
Category poetry
Aftermath
A thick heavy black soot settles over the landscape that was previously filled with roses and petals and flowers and all of nature’s beauty, filling the air with their scent and igniting the senses with their glory, all being replaced and suffocated with dead grey ash. Where are the roses? They have died.
Volcano
Pressure building
Underneath unseen
Boiling heating
Festering
Lightning strikes
Thunder claps
The boiling wound
Explodes
Jealousy
Last night I failed
I lost control of all my projected composure
My pain points were pressed so deeply
Pressing into my very being
My heart, my soul, my most intimate self
That I lost all rational thought or reason
I transported fully into a realm of negative emotion
Of jealousy so pure and unrefined
Of jealousy in its rawest form
Overcoming every part of me –
I snapped
(And it wasn’t pretty)
Black
If poetry is emotion finding its form in words
Then all I have is
Black
Happy Thanksgiving
Thinking..
Why do some relationships work, and others don’t? What makes people connect, or not? How does the spark take flame, and not flicker and die?
I wish I knew. I wish there was a soul to match my own.
Friendship Is…
Enduring our friends.
Through good times and bad.
Because they endure us too.
It is Time
Moving outwards
From circles of fire
Moving through
Flames that burn
Entering into
A new beginning
It is happening
It is time
Feeling Pain
It took three weeks to stop feeling pain when breastfeeding my firstborn. It was so clear in my mind, he was born on a Friday, and the Friday three weeks after I had no pain. After that it was smooth sailing. One of the best feelings for a woman is breastfeeding. But only after the initial pain has passed.
Currently I am feeling pain. It has been a pain for two months and counting. An emotional pain. It appears in my mind at least every day. One day it will pass. And then I will be on the other side. There will be no more pain. But today, it is still there.
Waiting to be healed. Waiting to reach the other side.
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