i want to dissolve into the ocean waves lose what little identity i have the soft splashing the high tides will death be my liberator from this endless suffocation
Our Mom died five years ago today. Covid took her. I prefer to be alone in my foul mood In the big park on an empty bench sat yours truly and a ten pound bag of nuts Others were having a lively Sunday far from the bench The nuts were placed between two trees One squirrel chomped on the shell Nine nuts later looking for more Three other squirrels some smaller partaked Lovely company on a sad day Leaving they continued their banquet by their trees
I wish to be cared for so gently Like I pet my dogs face Hold a flower scared it might break An antique object frightened to shatter it I wish to be loved As if i am a masterpiece myself That you are terrified of ruining
Your departure, O sweet love Was the force that caused my heart to break And now, a blood-filled chest and broken ribs are all I have So I've sworn: love's journey ne'er to undertake!
No savage charm no ancient witches hex, no juju whispered low, no knuckle bones to throw or runic text to read and call you to your fate poets have no powers, no dark and evil incantations, we weave a net of words and lure you in with our creations