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Love Letter #44: Severed Merger

You left my heart
on the boardroom floor
Friday, June 23rd at 12:40

just after your lunch settled,

you skillfully drafted
this unsettling letter.

I feel like a broken contract,
and oh, my spirit, shattered,
falling, like the expectations
I built like blocks in your image.

I made you tall, but the idol
came crashing down

and I wondered if you ever noticed

my eyes are the color of yours;
my timid smile, this face,
so easily erased from your mind
as if I never existed,

Oh, but I do

and these broken pieces
can be put back together
by a carpenter

and a love that never fails.

~

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Against This Present Darkness

Eyes rise and fall
with simple shading of clouds
upon a face;
a bowed head
seeking shelter
from raging tempests;

from love’s ache.

Night comes quietly
like snowflakes in winter;
like the whisper of psalms
​ beyond candlelit curtains.

I keep your words with me
soft syllables of grace,
sweet shelter

in the midst of my storm.

~

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Morning Glory

 

Oh, light, posing promise,

                        like posies,

        picked apart, strewn;

             hidden,

        like morning glory,

 

                                blooming

                below bedroom windows.

 

Oh, jealous moon

     tempting twilight,

        with its scattered stars

 

         swirling,

 

  like the thoughts

         you left me with.

~

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Still

Rumors flew south
for the winter-
February came and went
and we never saw a trace
of your heart.

April, she blows in
like a Texas storm,
quietly crushing softness
to the pit, so it hurts
leaving us still as the words
left unsaid,

swept under the welcome mat,
hung on the clothesline
like Grandma’s tea towels;

crisp and hard
when they come down.

~
Day 25 of NaPoMo (a poem a day in April for National Poetry Month)

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and In The Third Hour…

We don’t know what darkness is;

the pain of ultimate betrayal,
the blatant humiliation of a saint
the agony; the spitting in the face
of an unconditional love.

We weep, rant, rage.
recalling misfortunes,
unjust beginnings,
unfortunate endings,
but, how can this compare
to the break of a humble heart,

the thorns,
the nails,
the cross; +

the extreme cruelty of man,

and in the here, and now,
we return to the scene of the crime
day after day,

39 more lashes,

but this time,
we escape the penalty,
because, that day,
on the third hour,
a gift was given

only to be received.

~
Day 14 of NaPoMo (a poem a day in April for National Poetry Month)

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Broken Flowers

There was a whole field
of lavender, waiting
when my bare feet tiptoed out,
careful not to slam the screen door,
careful not to cry.

It was kissed all better
at grandma’s
after a cup of hot chocolate
and bedtime prayers
upon grandpa’s lap,
peacefully sleeping;

sugarplums were only secrets
rolled and kneaded into poetry,
softly dancing in my head,

and oh, those wildflowers
did make me smile:

~he loves me, he loves me not~

pure heart,
delicate as those petals,
fingers entwined
in little girl wishes
upon a star

to the one
who always loved me.

~