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I Remember….

 

9-11 I remember so many years ago,

The senseless crime when lives were lost,

And terror filled the sky.

Hands reached out in disbelief of what they saw before them,

Screams of fear and cries for help

I remember  many years ago.

When strangers came together for those that lost their lives,

And honored them for bravery

Yes, I remember when.

A stain has marked our earth

She is forever scarred with heroes,

For I remember when……

 


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Layers

 

I wrote this thinking about how I felt taking my new step to join a group of people I don’t know after my husband passed away.  In an effort to not stay in a small corner in the house I pushed myself into joining a social group and tonight is the first meeting…..

 

Blindly the layers of my existence are removed

leaving me exposed, one by one, taken away

Left only is a breath of pure honesty, fragile

whisper thin, cracks forming like spider webs

Reaching out to grasp at any solid hold it can

A dream of what is to be wraps around my body

and covers the naked fear of the unknown

Ashamed to bare the truth of what is below the surface

afraid to face the road that looms beyond the bend

Ignorant of the wonders once the veil is lifted

 

 


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A Memory…..

 

Beside me, lay your head upon the grass, and gaze into the sky above

Watching the soft, white,  clouds drift silently past.

Feel the cool, earth below, as the tips of grass tease your skin.

A gentle breeze caresses sweat glistened skin, leaving an electric charge.

Whispers gently shared,  lovers promises, tomorrows keepsake.

 

 

 

 

 


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You Loved Them Well (Rondeau)

Waste not your love for those passed on

Truth they know in the great beyond

No more pain or illness felt

Like icicles all worries melt

Around you memories are not gone

 

Moments linger to think upon

Their wish for you do not despond

To let them go is not unfelt

You loved them well

 

And now the sun brings light to dawn

New journeys in your life hereon

A new hand from the deck is dealt

Still memories of their love  felt

Find stepping-stones a guide thereon

You loved them well

 

 

 


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My Weekend Adventure….

There in the dark, pieces scattered around the garage, what was to be a project for my husband.  He never managed to find the time or the desire to start the project once it was taken apart.  Aged, no longer used, the parts rusted with time.  Tires in different corners of the garage, fenders hanging on the wall, the motor removed from the frame….. I went through the boxes and found as much as I could to bring some sort of vision together for my weekend adventure.  It was early morning when I started and by the end of the day there before me sat a ’56 or ’57 Francis Barnett motorcycle, (I’ll have to check the serial number for the exact year).  I’m sure I could hear the bike breathing, sighing, relieved that someone remembered she was there.  I looked out in the garage before I went to bed, and you know I almost felt like she was smiling at me, thanking me for bringing her parts back together that had been lost.  I know just how she feels, because in a way she did the same thing for me yesterday.


See How Good We Are Together (Open book Challenge)

The back and forth banter of denied emotions

Glimpses of innocence amidst true passion

A raw ache for true love to quench the thirst

But then the cutting words I’ll hear no more.

Tears suddenly stream like rivers raging in a storm

Memories brought on from moments before

These words now ring in my own ears, the same voice

Staring at the words, running my fingers over them

The same way we ran our fingers over each other

Tracing the outline of the words the way I traced the shape of his body

But now feeling the cold paper and ink beneath them

Never to hear those words again from his lips, “see how good we are together”.

 

 

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