Stormy Days And Sun Rays The movie angels said it couldn't rain all the time but Mother Nature seemed to have different thoughts as clouds still blanketed the sodden earth. Spring visions of blossoming apple and cherry trees were blotted out by breeze blown curtains; fresh raindrops were once again beginning. The tender green shoots of weeds in sidewalk cracks shook. Skirting worms who crawled along the cement I ran onward, my footfalls slapping puddles, soaking legs with sprays of dirty water. Forward I ran, accompanied by mists and deluge, until sweat was indistinguishable from droplets upon my saturated black running shirt. The movie angels said it couldn't rain all the time and Mother Nature seemed to have read their thoughts. Suddenly clouds split, revealing sun's rays upon sodden earth. Onward I ran, shirtless, smiling upon a steaming landscape. The Green Tree Waits A green tree stands in the corner with synthetic branches fluffed, waiting for lights and bulbs to be hung by a child's hand and plugged in by mom and dad. With synthetic branches fluffed, shaped, and bent, the illusion is complete. No Charlie Brown affair, but a living breathing testament; soon it will be Christmas day! Waiting for lights and bulbs, the old tree snoozes patiently. We slowly built a mountain, wrapped gifts at his feet; colorful boxes and bags. To be hung by a child's hand are golden stars and angels, mini sleighs and snowflakes, resting in soft tissue cocoons. They have slumbered all year. "And plugged in by mom and dad? Are you serious, I am almost 12!" How quick our precious little girl has grown over the few months the green tree waited in the corner. Silk Flowers Silk flowers last a lifetime, as do my many memories, as midnight's hour chimes. I wish childhood lasted forever, unfortunately we pack up youth. I will always remember you however. The cloth bouquet at my nose, makes me remember your beauty, fresh like the dew upon a rose. A Folder Of Love My love for you was left in a blue folder upon a coffee table next to your sofa-sick bed under two boxes of Oreo's and a carton of 2 percent milk that had ridden in the front seat of my car until just the right time, awaiting feet-sweeping and soul baring. I dance with my toes in the fire of emotion. I penned a sonnet or maybe open-ended and unrhymed heart-pained words in an outpouring of haphazard and confused emotions. I didn't know if you would read, or hear or feel, so I kissed your blanket-warmed brow and silently stole away. I dance with my toes in the fire of emotion. Would I live or love another day or forever hunger for your words and gentle kisses? I seem to have spent a lifetime, lifeless, and a smattering of love affairs, loveless. Am I to deny friends and end up friendless because I lust for yet another taboo? I dance with my toes in the fire of emotion. My heart is again broken yet seamless, a poem like bit of fluff torn from the sleeve of my existence where it continually resides. I wish the frost at your core would thaw, melting ice dripping, dripping dripping, a maddening sound of spring coming, destroying the hell of winter once and for all. I dance with my toes in the fire of emotion. I am waiting the crash of symbols or the tolling of a bell as the litmus test of your feelings; bearing a chad-edged and lined paper written with a number two pencil; I love you. Do you love me? Check yes or NO, and so it goes: My love for you was left in a blue folder upon a coffee table next to your sofa-sick bed. Another Battle Like a warrior home from his last battle,
I piled dented shield and dulled sword in an old dusty and locked room, where only memories and loneliness rattle. "I will fight no more, forever," upon my lips. To love no more was once my master plan. Scars upon my heart would heal in time. There were no more dragons to slay, no more maidens to steal across the land. I will love no more, forever," upon my lips. I lay alone in the dark shadow of a lover's moon destined to remain a lonely, unbeaten warrior . Oft offered heart slowly hardened, calcified, "Maybe it will stop beating, and none too soon. I will know pain no more, forever," upon my lips. One day into my life a young beauty wandered, peering, through the long unused keyhole that lead into my carefully secured soul. Slowly, as awakened from a dream, I pondered, "I wonder if this is the end of forever," upon my lips. I lifted door bars and disengaged rusted latches slowly, carefully widening the oak-hewn door that had been my heart's savior and salvation. Could this be one of Cupid's unexpected matches; "I will love you forever," upon our lips.
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