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Lost and Found

I found you beside the honeysuckle bush,
shining upon my childhood summers,

felt you in the wake of nightmares,
gentling my heartbeat, encompassed
by the warmth of you,
of your presence;

shadow in the mirror,
recipient of my prayers,
you trace my footsteps,

even now,

when the walk is long
and the road, unpaved.

~
Day 14 of NaPoMo 2018… a poem a day in April for National Poetry Month…. Due to the miracles my family has received this year, I dedicate my poem each day to the one who is the reason for them

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For A Season

I.
Bolts of white December
and a shaking comes
in the midst of my sleep;
senses tumble
like uncertain weeds sway;

change is inevitable.

II.
Colors, they fall upon me-
purple covers pain;
weeping vulnerability
and a fragile pink blessing
wrapped in a blue blanket;
of soft beats and faith.

III.
April blows in
like dandelions do.
and you sit back, watching
our season unfold,
minds bloom open
close, and open again
like umbrellas when it rains.

~
For NaPoMo Day 1

Due to the miracles my family and I have seen so far in 2018, this year, I will dedicate my “poem a day in April”to the one who is responsible…

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Made Up

I feel insincerity
in each blink of your lashes
as muscles cringe;
your arms lightly draped
around my neck.

Love must have fallen
somewhere along the way;
exited abruptly

like the red of your smile.

~

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Return To Sender part 2 (Older With Thicker Skin)

I can’t sleep with such an uneasiness in the room.

I see a film playing my life; slide after slide
without you,

but I was too young to know, then;
too innocent to realize rejection,
to feel inadequacy tap me on the shoulder
like it does now, everytime I see your face
staring back at me

questioning why I never met your expectations
even though you never attempted to know me
or feel the warmth of my heart,

the loyalty of someone
who would have always had your back.

~

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Love Letter #62: After the Sorrow

I left you wildflowers
every day in December,

but, thirty-one days is not long enough
to define the softness of your smile,
the gentleness
that lies within your spirit,

your love without condition,
even after the sorrow
rains upon your intentions
each time heads turn; fall
into the arms of another.

I sing psalms each evening
before my head hits the pillow,
but words are not enough
to love you;

to show you my heart.

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Twenty-Eight Days of Adjectives

I felt you slip away
in january winds-

watched birds
gathering twigs
for your fortress
out of heartbeat’s
range,

but, we still reverberate

(( love. ))

In your absence,

bells chime
in the distance.

~
~~~I am writing a poem a day from November 24th until December 25, 2017 to celebrate the birth of Jesus. This is day 31.
I fell behind due to illness and hospitalization but was determined to finish

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Love Letter #61: Red

There are two days remaining
then where shall I fly?
Your words are still on my lips
stained red and forgiven.
I see them drop like flies
when I speak your name,
but you have seen this too
and fell, striped, thorned
without even a rose left
soft upon your skin
so why should I blink an eye,
here, in this dark realization
as I awaken,
soft hearted, like you,

beaten,
but not broken

~
~~I am writing a poem a day from November 24th until December 25, 2017 to celebrate the birth of Jesus. This is day 31.
I fell behind due to illness and hospitalization but am determined to finish even if I am behind.