Your words form a pattern offering no semblance of connectivity and their tone is uninviting. Repetition takes the lead and the cadence in your syllables lacks originality.
They say that love is blind and my eyes validate their
ruling. Tomorrow the sky will be blue, but not my heart. I shall buy new specs, for their effect has weakened over time.
It would seem after all the warm summer nights, sipping iced tea with joined hands; after all the cups of coffee shared at sunrise, our love would be stronger than the caffeine consumed by us.
I’d rather not witness more alphabet rolling off your tongue. The consonants only match the stubble on your chin and the vowels, well, they’ve no place to land, for I’m no longer wearing the catcher’s mitt.
I want you to know that I have a new “page” entitled “Published Works.”
This page has all the information for ordering my book
and links for Xlibris, Barnes and Noble and Amazon.
I also want to thank those of you who have already purchased a copy!
You Rock and I’m so humbled and grateful at the same time!
Some of us are excited and some are not so excited,
but the truth is Christmas is just around the corner
and my book would make a great gift.
I know some friends who have bought many for gifts, already,
as they’re thinking ahead. So, I invite you to visit my Published Works page…
I’m excited to say that several local bookstores
will be housing my book
and I’m currently working on setting up
poetry readings for the near future.
So, the excitement continues!
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Thank you so much for stopping by and if you choose to order my book, I sincerely hope you enjoy reading it!
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I thought we had bid farewell instead, while sweeping under one of our rugs its existence glowed like an October prank My sanity experienced an immediate tug
The spirits of my shoulders dropped with great speed and the weight of their tears caused my heart to sink into a dark abyss with rejuvenated fears
I remember being thrilled with its absence dancing through my days now I look at my reflection in the mirror and see traces of a familiar, emotional maze
The need to blame is so very strong I know it’s not right but I long for someone to offer their hand, catch my pleading words as they roll from my lips and for a face with kind eyes to tell me this is just a vivid nightmare, not a rewritten script
Repeatedly, I reach for strength, at times, feeling my fingers slipping As I kneel, with folded hands, my heart begs for another error I silently pray for this presence to stop haunting our days and for a beautiful soul to be spared