Category: Written in 2023

Apart

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Love grows over time, it deepens with age,
It rises like mountains touching the sky,
Its rivers meet oceans, quiet and dark;
None seem to mind, or ask of it just why.

But as the waters delve and the peaks soar,
Distances widen, far out of arm’s reach;
They say, that is how true love ought to be;
They say, who do not do; but seek to teach.

Time lengthens, and our bodies grow apart;
Love takes for granted how fast the years run;
Soon, distances charter space and black holes,
While I become the moon, and you, the sun.

Stalkers

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I try to write a poem,
When I am alone at night,
When the snorers snore,
In dull yellow light…

I don’t get far?
Emotions overwhelm
Anxieties, and allergies
Mix terror up with phlegm.

I wish I could stop thought;
I wish I could escape my mind;
So I try aligning the chaos,
In writing, and leave it behind.

But emotions are bedlam,
Mixed with my urge to know,
So these lie awake with me
And follow wherever I go.

Rain

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The rain falls, when I can’t be wet;
It stops, when I want it to rain.
In essence, it teaches me life,
And quite a bit of what is pain.

Falls in sleets, when I wear my best,
And when I want to play, it halts;
It teaches me Nature – like me –
Can have her own foibles and faults.

The rain shows me how life works,
By not promising any goal;
I need to let go, it patters,
For life, like rain, isn’t in my control.