Month: April 2015
Cherry Filtered Evenings
NaPoWriMo #30: First things
For the last day of #NaPoWriMo.
Painting by Caravaggio detail
First things,
A baby hand clutching my finger,
A kitten opening blue eyes,
Kingcups on the riverbank
When the spring floods ebb,
First rose,
Petals unfurling in flags of perfume,
A glass of wine on an evening terrace,
Your hand touching mine,
So long ago,
Making silent promises,
That only now I see you kept.
Slips Away
Days like today I feel her so much more. Like she is squeezing my hand a little tighter, like she needs me more than my heart aches for her already. As if her spirit somehow craves to touch me. The air smells of her and the sun is like a blanket she wraps around me holding us closer than ever before. It overwhelms me, the feeling of her. I know she is always near me, yet today she crawls a little deeper inside. My eyes fall shut, I feel her cheek pressed against mine and without a word her breath becomes the wind. Rain falls through the sunlight glistening across my face flushed dizzy with dreams and then disappears…I don’t want to leave this moment of sweet desparation. This feeling of her need fulfilling my hearts desire to give her everything she has ever wanted before she slipped away…before she…
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~Believe~
Maestro
Skin humming
in tune
with your
masterful touch
maestro conduct
your instruments
climaxing to a
crashing crescendo
everything carries me
~Reminiscing~
The Discord
Abusive words come easy
the hurt they cause it lasts
Wipes out all of yesterday
tears the world apart
Makes me feel as nothing; worthless
to the core
Retreating back in silence
unloved for ever more
‘I wish I’d never ever met you’ the
words of love I hear
spoken as you spit at me to
Wipe away my tears
I was never your enemy,
at times your only friend
I’m sorry I’ve ‘Never been there for You’
hurtful to the end..
But you once meant the world to me
today I’m sad that you still do
If you wanted so badly to leave me
I was not stopping you
You have no right, you never did
to scream at me your hate
I loved you for the soul you were
The soul your Hatred ate.
©Karen Bain 2015.All Rights Reserved.
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