Loving Anyway

Sarah Doughty

“But let me tell you this:
loving you wasn’t a choice.
It was inevitable.
And I loved you anyway.”

It didn’t matter to me
what anyone else thought.
It didn’t matter if you
were wrong for me.
I tried to listen
to those whispers,
knowing our odds.
But let me tell you this:
loving you wasn’t a choice.
It was inevitable.
And I loved you anyway.
We might end in heartbreak,
but I just can’t bring myself to care.

© Sarah Doughty

It would be worth it.
It has to be.

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Disappointment

Jane Dougherty Writes

For today’s OctPoWriMo prompt. The first broken heart. The lurcher pup in the photo isn’t the one we had briefly. Our little lurcher was grey-black but her face was the same.

Photo©Yohan euan o4

640px-Lurcher

Like bitter beads

strung on a chain

the first, the bitterest,

taste lingers still,

the dreamed of puppy,

too bouncy, too messy,

too demanding,

returned to the pound,

just when she had captured

my heart.

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Disappointment

Jane Dougherty Writes

For today’s OctPoWriMo prompt. The first broken heart. The lurcher pup in the photo isn’t the one we had briefly. Our little lurcher was grey-black but her face was the same.

Photo©Yohan euan o4

640px-Lurcher

Like bitter beads

strung on a chain

the first, the bitterest,

taste lingers still,

the dreamed of puppy,

too bouncy, too messy,

too demanding,

returned to the pound,

just when she had captured

my heart.

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gogyohka for a scarecrow

Jane Dougherty Writes

A gogyohka sequence for Frank Tassone’s weekly challenge

Vincent_van_Gogh_(1853-1890)_-_Wheat_Field_with_Crows_(1890)

in the field

a tattered man

of sticks and rags

silent stands beneath a sky

heavy with crows

heavy clay the orange earth

and sky grey

slicked with orange light

furrowed field full of crows

no bundle of sticks will scare

I watch you

with your helpless hands

and sightless face

that feels neither sun nor rain

scorned even by the birds

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gogyohka for a scarecrow

Jane Dougherty Writes

A gogyohka sequence for Frank Tassone’s weekly challenge

Vincent_van_Gogh_(1853-1890)_-_Wheat_Field_with_Crows_(1890)

in the field

a tattered man

of sticks and rags

silent stands beneath a sky

heavy with crows

heavy clay the orange earth

and sky grey

slicked with orange light

furrowed field full of crows

no bundle of sticks will scare

I watch you

with your helpless hands

and sightless face

that feels neither sun nor rain

scorned even by the birds

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“Two Cups” – Nayana Nair

it rains in my heart

I don’t drink coffee.
I quit long ago, don’t remember why.
I quit long ago, you haven’t just noticed yet.
Nevertheless there are two cups on this table.
that is all it takes
to make me feel that we are strangers.
But you are the only stranger who loves me.
You only love me because you don’t know me.
That is all it takes
to make me feel indebted and guilty.
I guess one cup won’t hurt much.

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Writing With the Rain

Steps In Between

write with rain 5 Photo Credit: Unsplash, also from Justice Poetic

I am writing with the rain this morning. The house is quiet, as still as the cup of coffee steaming at my side. At the moment, it’s a calmness quite far from the workings in my mind. As a writer of poetry and fiction, a teacher of young students, a wife, a mother, a daughter, a sister, a friend…I feel overwhelmed today.

write in the rain 2 Art by Carol Robinson, Morning Abstract Blue

Tranquil time is hard to come by with my schedule, even harder with the level of responsibility…or guilt I place on myself. The more I creep in age; the less time and energy I have to accomplish the great feats I wish to achieve. This is my own desire to create and experience life to its fullest. I want and choose to appreciate the opportunities given to me. But I often feel small in…

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I Always thought by Lazarus Shatipamba

Go Dog Go Café

My business is not to remake myself, but to make the absolute best of what GOD made.

Robert Browning


I always thought
I had the compass
That points north to where love is.

I always thought
I’d know where
To follow where it shows.

Yet sometimes,
I feel like my love
Life has gone south – something
I never ever in my mind imagined.

Now i see

That Love is

Not so easy to find
Not even when its right in front of me
– For i have never loved
Anyone as much as i loved you

Who came into my life
To make me want to wife you
.


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From me

Then please visit the The Poets Peace

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