Day: January 17, 2020

I want to love a bonnie girl.

~ thereluctantpoet

johncoyote

 I want to love a bonnie girl
I am dreaming of dear Scotland again,
once my pretty Sheena and I,
we were drunk in love.
We knew wanderlust of roaming the German places of beauty and wonder.
She was my pale skin beauty, who made me smile and  she made me laugh at life hard days.
She was my wild and soft bonnie girl,
I remember we would dance for the moon and the stars.
She weaved stories for me and I held her tightly.
Now my timeless love,
my beautiful auburn beauty,
her words still haunting my thoughts.
“Soldier go where they suppose to go,
war is never ending and foolish men want to taste war and death.
Please come to Scotland with me,
be my love,
let’s find a place to rest and to love.
I will be your bonnie girl forever.”
Old soldier went to Scotland too…

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At The Heart Of Trouble

~ thereluctantpoet

Sarah Doughty

“That’s how I knew I was in trouble.
My heart was caught long before
my mind could realize it.”

The more I gave myself time to think, the more I became convinced that I brought this all on myself. It wasn’t just one thing, either. I turned to the one person I thought could help me and what remained of my family. I brought them with me because no one else could. Everyone else was dead. Once we arrived, I realized the gravity of that mistake. The power he effused from his very essence should have been cause enough for concern. But it was the gravity of him. In his gaze. In his body. It was like he was a black hole. Once you were captured by its pull, nothing could ever escape. That’s how I knew I was in trouble. My heart was caught long before my mind could…

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There Will Be Time – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

~ thereluctantpoet

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dVerse Poets – Poetics – Last Lines

Wish at dVerse has invited us to select either the last line of a book close at hand or from one the links she has kindly provided.

I have chosen Haruki Murakami’s ‘After Dark’,  Tokyo, Vintage, 2009; and the line:

“There will be time until the next darkness arrives.”

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“After a lifetime of darkness, I want to leave something behind that is made of light.”  Marie Lu

There Will Be Time

The lantern in the lonely shack,
a slender glow on morning’s horizon,
that candle talisman of human heart,
cliched clouds over moonlight,
silvery awareness, while
silhouetted peaks are imposing,
always the reveal of light sneaking
under life’s door,
and you just know
there will be time until
the next darkness arrives.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

Paul, pvcann.com

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Dilemma

~ thereluctantpoet

Confab With Me

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What is Truth?

~ thereluctantpoet

Confab With Me

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