Doling out dust
jackets
in the self-help section
(one by one, I pick the stones from my shoe)
Doling out dust
jackets
in the self-help section
(one by one, I pick the stones from my shoe)
Tired of dulling senses;
I’ve been missing a certain sharpness
that I need to get back
I am a fool to reality
so I fall farther into fantasy
Her rays of inspiration
come
through in snippets
I am breathing true breaths
but I am feeling far from well
66
In need of an elixir
66
In need of a fix
66
Blowing out a candle’s wish
66
Still picking up sticks
66
Feeling sick
66
Each day, hit or miss
66
Not convinced I’ll get there
66
I am halfway there
66
It’s my Daddy’s birthday
66
My Granddad never passed
66
I can’t comprehend
66
My Father is now
66
Feelings are mixed
66
The body plays tricks
66
One day I will be
Still holding her hand
When she is 64
66
My kids they will be
When I am 66
41 and 38
33
I need an elixir
33
I need a fix
Maybe I can
scratch your scabs
and you can rip off mine
we can simultaneously
not heal together
I took a hit
and it hurt my lungs
but it made my mind
feel real high
this,
a metaphor for life
Staring at a bundle of
bruised bananas on my desk,
I force a bleak metaphor
while my mouth waters
Eight years old
that’s halfway to 16
a teen behind the wheel
for the first time
a junior in high school
a virgin no more
but, whoa, hold on, we’re not there yet
only halfway
eight years old
only second grade
four feet and then some
50 pounds
still has most his baby teeth
likes Pokemon, Star Wars, Marvel, and DC
he is innocent
pure
young at heart
wise beyond his years
he is my son
and me,
I need to slow down
and savor this present age
Love is a beating heart, though it may skip a beat
Love is drying tears from your lover’s eyes
Love is breakfast in bed, extra care when sick
Love is passion inside a vacuum
Love is saving the last slice of pizza
Love is doing things you don’t want to do
because you love the one you’re doing them for
Love is acting and not asking why
Love is sacrificing self for happiness of loved
Love is empty without loving self
“But we loved with a love that was more than love—
I and my Annabel Lee.” —Edgar Allan Poe, “Annabel Lee”
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So I was tagged by georgetteann for this challenge: Write a poem about love and title it “Love in Ten Sentences.” It must have 10 lines, each 4 words long. Every line must contain the word “love.” At the end of the poem, you must include a favorite quote about love. Then challenge ten other bloggers.
I nominate the following:
https://cmrsyk1985.wordpress.com/
https://brudberg.wordpress.com/
http://glassstaircase.blogspot.com/
https://jaywalkingthemoon.wordpress.com/
http://beachanny.blogspot.com/
Biased from the beginning
naysaying from the start
doomed, still warm in the womb
nothing can change his clock