He's a cowboy Taking strides To cleanse And Bring Joy Hard exterior Is the image Carrying fallen souls Up the mountain To their savior Time tries to heal His wounds For deep inside His heart Cries not to feel But tomorrow brings This Bull As we watch him Move down his path Beside angel wings
Category: Widow Poetry
How
How did I get here I keep repeating As the drums beat Deep in my mind Causing tears to Escape down my cheeks How do I stop The maddening cycle Of lost days Time spent healing From a wound Caused by someone else How many times Will life expect Me to climb Over another hurdle … Continue reading How
To The Moon
She whispered to the moon Take it all away Be her voice Scream past the stars Beyond the nightmares Release her Scars Deep within Her bones Stretch lost time Anchored To the oceans of eternal pain Break the ebb Awaken her to the light beyond the morning star Find her beauty Hiding deep In the … Continue reading To The Moon
Midnight
Stormy fears Swallow Gentle hearts Spark Mourning cries Thunder Silently echos Wandering Innocent child Forgotten Hollow tears Cloudless Dark night Abound Frigid years
Escape
Travel was her escape Alone on the highway Of lost harmony Rejecting her depressed Criticism of confusion Memories dance in the wind Like a forrest fire Destroying the calloused images in her soul Fears washed in her veins Running through the hurricane storm in her eyes Emerging are her genuine gossamer Wings of rebirth and … Continue reading Escape
Epiphany
The pain is buried deep In the scars of her soul She didn't earn these scars They were given to her When she let her guard down
Memorial Day – (Tell me why the road turns)
Sunlight punctures through breaking silence from my windowpane memory. Yesterday’s joy emerge in a heartbeat of cold anguish. Laying on clouds made from froth atop his stein. The sweet child of long ago rolling on hemp. Fist clinches rose petals and lilac fields of satin. Hold my breath release nicotine failing white blood cells. All … Continue reading Memorial Day – (Tell me why the road turns)
Master Bed
His ghost haunts my sleepless nights By the smoke of burning cigarettes The dreams of our dances between the fights Tick-tock - to the rhythms torments A pillow top supports the carnal imprints Made by voracious lovers The aging scent of sensual sweat transmits On soft cotton covers Diseased from reckless drugs and alcohol Days … Continue reading Master Bed
My Hero, My Sailor
He stands in the uniform with childhood shipmates. His anchors marching back and forth on the deck. His eyes deep blue like the oceans surrounding him. His sub rosa grin yearns for me to see him. He speaks in an anomalous style like a sinning preacher. Beer-stained blood covers his slow beating body, warm veins … Continue reading My Hero, My Sailor
Modern Widows Club
On the third Thursday each month, this abject group of pioneers meet. Age is not a requirement, young mothers, grandmothers and childless spouses all desire not to be a member, death brings them together. No one criticizes the hours shared with one another, out-stretched arms embrace arrivals like a mother hen’s wings surrounding a fragile … Continue reading Modern Widows Club
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