Day: October 24, 2020
Eleven to Midnight (a poem)
Secret places and hidden wishes…
Secret places and hidden wishes
I have been dreaming of you again my beautiful Liz. I saw your face today and I was driven to madness. I wanted to call you and tell you. I need you near and I need to hear your voice. I wrote a 100,000 words of love for you. You shall never read.
I love you, I love you dear Liz, I love you
My dear eloquence lady.
I hide the need of a holy love.
A love that would be merciful and so damn sweet.
I see your face in my sweet dreams.
I awoke with your sweet name on my lips and
I whispered the sinner’s prayer.
Please God, give me what I should not have.
Allow me to know love topmost peak and perfect ending.
Dear Liz. In the darkness of lonely night.
Do you whisper my name?
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Jealous (for Jennifer)
Form: Raven’s Rovi Sonnet 67
I shall not speak of sadness in her name Of a love lost when all I feel is love For love does not die, it goes on the same Yet she is lost to this world, that I know But do I have the right to love her still To remember the gazes, she would show With just enough attention to my will She understood she set my heart aglow Her eyes so much purer than mine could see That our love was more than a sweethearts’ game And my heart was always hers to speak of That look reserved for me alone until My aching heart was forced to let her go On the wings of love she’s forever free To reside in peace where the angels be
Understanding grows in the Change
What once was considered cool
Is with growing awareness
A great embarrassment
What is considered cool today
Is tomorrow already embarrassing…
We need more consciousness
To say good bye to ignorance
Ignorant pathes and habits…
Open Box – Art quotation of the day
Poetry – Haiku – Twilight’s Sun Descends – A poem by Goff James
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Life Box – Quote of the day
Writing Circles Nourish Us
flashlight batteries - Ali Grimshaw
Willing Hearts Separated by time and space Yet, physical distance holds no power over hearts willing to listen and reflect- Not actually separated after all By Kelley Morris You can find more of her poems here pianogirlthoughts
I have never met Kelley in person but I feel
connected to her. We were once strangers
living in separate states, then she joined a
writing circle. I listen to her words and I
came to know her. Coming together, with
women like Kelley, across physical distance
to cherish poems and write together is
generating hope. It is my heartwork to
facilitate a safe space for you to hear your
own voice and experience authentic connect
with others through writing together. I have
written with people from Europe, Canada and
all over the U.S, and every time we are
inspired by the circle.
Thank you Kelley for sharing…
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