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Insomniac

I watched the color fade from my face,
the smile, fall; hide behind distrust.

The muse, she plays me like a fiddle,

dances at 3:00 a.m.
when there is no music,
like a stream of consciousness
never coming up for air
swept away in oceans
in sweetest notes,
tip of tongues,
deeper

than a supernatural love.

~

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Day 19 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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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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Waiting to Flower

Come for me
as cherry blossoms
sway

and daffodils yellow
like memories
I wish to forget,
so, I wave a dandelion,
waiting for April

like a poet’s fingers
finding words.

~

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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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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.

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Surrender

There is a tremble in
2:00 a.m. quietude;
thunder when there is no storm,
weeping in the wake of senses,
a sweet song in the wind

and a fragrance of flowers
in the midst of prayer.

I see waves of consciousness
in the flutter of lashes
to the name lips murmur
when hope trickles

and we are forced to face
the truth.

~
~~I am writing a poem a day from November 24th until December 25, 2017 to celebrate the birth of Jesus. This is day 29.

I fell behind due to illness and hospitalization but am determined to finish even if I am behind.