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When You Make it Rain

You wait with an umbrella;
catch the sadness that falls,
take me under your wing,

let me paint pink,
speak blues
to my heart’s content
like a poet
running on alliteration;
running out of words
to fill the empty spaces.

So much to say
but, no one will listen.

When you make it thunder;
light the night with syllables
we tend to forget,
shake up the trees,

We bow
to the calm
after the storm.

When it’s all said and done,
here I am,
yes, I am a runaway,
but I am only running

to you.

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Scattered

You develop
before my eyes
like a polaroid

void of color,

then fall;
pull me down.

I rise
like a yellow sun,
but shattered;

red smears,
like painted clouds.
drifting
from a melting canvas.

Broken stems
from a bouquet
of gathered wildflowers,

plucked

and scattered.

You chose a rose;
black, withering
between your fingers
petals hiding secrets
like an insincere smile.

You shiver
like a ruffled bird

alone for the winter.

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Belo Monte

Ceased the flow,
from hand to mouth,
reel to ripples,

sent packing

without a pot
to fish in.

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Love Letter #96: Tides

December has never seemed so cold;
winds chilling through bone and marrow
straight through the center of a heart
like a cupid’s arrow, shot backwards.

It came as a surprise, this freeze
as smiles faded in dismay,
promises tumbled, crumbled

like stones that fell from a cliff,

but now,
the ocean is quiet and inviting
like a gentle call for peace;
like the still of silence
after the roar dissipated

into dust.

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~I am writing a poem a day from November 22 through December 25, 2018 to celebrate the birth of Jesus. This is day 30…
This is my 3rd year of doing this series and I feel so blessed! ❤️

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Love Letter 95: No Words

Pain swells, then spills
like a poet’s words
after a drought;
fingers painting life
after the storm,

but, who are we to weep
when you left in red;
syllables of love
to complete the story.

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I am writing a poem a day from November 22 through December 25, 2018 to celebrate the birth of Jesus. This is day 27…. This is my 3rd year of doing this series and I feel so blessed! ❤️

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Love Letter #91: In the Ninth Hour

I have grown accustomed to you;
felt you near when I’m alone
with my head in your book,
searching gentle syllables
for the adjectives of your love.

I felt the presence of you pass;
reached out in desperation
for just a chance to touch the hem
in shades of purple and scarlett;
the color of your spilling love.

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I am writing a poem a day from November 22 through December 25, 2018 to celebrate the birth of Jesus. This is day 21…..This is my 3rd year of doing this series and I feel so blessed! ❤️