a barren world

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On Thursday, after completing my volunteering gig, I hopped into an Uber to partake in my Thanksgiving meal.  There was a small accident. Spent the night in emergency.  MRIs and x-rays show no damage.    Just very sore.

I will be slow answering comments.  And I am trying to catch up on blog reading. Hope all are well.

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a barren world

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a meteor shower

of disillusion

have battered her

until she has

eclipses in her mind

craters in her soul

 

her desolate universe

is so dark and lonely

her aching heart

has become an asteroid

a barren world

devoid of love

the infinity of you

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While sipping wine and listening to soft Latin jazz and samba, I thought of the great love women/mothers provide unselfishly with no boundaries. Sadly, it often goes unappreciated. I truly believe it is difficult for any man to truly reciprocate the endless love & warmth their lady truly deserves.

This poem evolved from those thoughts.

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the infinity of you

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The little boy in me
stands before the immense
universe of your poetry
Where metaphors are constellations
and your deep verses
are remote galaxies
Your words travel beyond
time and space
forever eclipsing me
like a lonely particle of love
For you are my sun
I, your loyal moon
a small bewildered child
forever admiring
the infinity of you

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This Thursday I will be volunteering at a local Soup kitchen helping to feed the homeless for Thanksgiving. Thus, I needed to make my second post of the week today..

my confession

Prayers

Last week, my dear friend G. of Short Prose challenged me with the prompt of using the word “confession.”  When you have a moment, please read her beautiful poetry and/or wonderful excerpts of her manuscript Glass Lovers.

https://shortprose.blog/2018/11/13/i-miss-you-poem-poetry/

Here is my submission…..(of course it’s about love, when isn’t it?)

my confession

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Blessed are those
who read your poems
For I am one of those
who was baptized
in the cathedral
of your words
You rescued me
from the apocalypse
resurrected me
from the dead
Now I give you my confession
etched in stone
Adoring your poetry
is my penance
Loving you in silence
is my sin

 

love hung in her closet

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love hung in her closet

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Love hung in her closet
like a lonely dress
no longer in style
If I told her
that dress was made for her
would she wear it
one more time
She looks beautiful in love
She wears it well
One day I may tell her
Perhaps, I never will
If I don’t
it will always hurt
to know
Love hung in her closet
it was never worn
for me

if you let me

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if you let me

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If you let me
I will be the shining light
That peeks over your horizon
To start your day
I will be Michelangelo
When I paint your toe nails
So many pretty hues

If you let me
I will be your loving muse
A blank canvas that encourages
The brush strokes of your verses
While my fingers caress your hair
As I intoxicate myself
On the scent of your shampoo

If you let me
We will be drunk in love
While I conquer the demons
Of your lovers come and gone
As our dreams walk the same path
For as inevitable as my next breath
I will fall in love with you

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waiting for the light (Teenage Suicide)

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waiting for the light

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dressed in her best
better-off dead outfit
she resides in the shadows
for the sun
never shines for her

even in the blackness
the unnoticed signs
were always there
until she grew weary
tired of the dark

longing for enlightenment
she sits there
quietly
patiently
waiting for the light

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In the past year, four friends/acquaintances lost their young sons and daughters to suicide.  Incidents of teenage suicide are growing at an alarming rate.  Each day there are an average of 3,041 suicide attempts of teens attending the 9th through 12th grades (in the United States alone).

Could one conversation, one hug, smile, pat on the back, or question have made a difference?  Can’t the ballgame wait for another time?  Can’t you catch the latest epsiode of your favorite show tomorrow on Hulu?

Every message, every minute counts.  The most important thing we give to our children is OUR TIME.  Think about it.  It could be a matter of life or death.

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Articles on the Subject:

Newsweek

https://www.newsweek.com/2016/10/28/teen-suicide-contagious-colorado-springs-511365.html

The Atlantic

https://www.theatlantic.com/magazine/archive/2015/12/the-silicon-valley-suicides/413140/

USA Today

https://www.usatoday.com/story/news/politics/2018/03/19/teen-suicide-soaring-do-spotty-mental-health-and-addiction-treatment-share-blame/428148002/

 

Resources:

http://prp.jasonfoundation.com/facts/youth-suicide-statistics/

https://www.cdc.gov/healthcommunication/toolstemplates/entertainmented/tips/SuicideYouth.html

https://www.apa.org/research/action/suicide.aspx

National Suicide Prevention Lifeline

Call 1-800-273-8255
Available 24 hours everyday

 

 

 

 

never sent to you

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never sent to you

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Does the beauty of a poem
Slowly fade with time
If it never has been read
Will the dried ink evaporate
Like the dreams of a lover
Who could never be with you

Would your sensuous mouth
Be less enticing
If I never kissed your lips
My lips are unloved petals
On a wilting flower
Desperate to share a breath with you

Would the desert appear less arid
If you quenched
My urgent thirst for you
Then perhaps, my letters of love
Won’t lose their romance
If they are never sent to you