Category Archives: Love’s lament

Do Not Enter…


This poem comes from a prompt of Jill Badonsky.    “Write to expose those things that need light to be shed upon them.”

What are those place within and around that have a ‘Do Not Enter’ sign on them?

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It wasn’t hard to push at that mind space

The sign, Do Not Enter, was a lazy drape over the frontal lobe

Almost like it was ready to slip right out my open mouth

With a sudden blurt, an uninhibited want to speak the hidden

How many times had it been readjusted perfectly to ward that off?

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The mind was churning with want to expose

The  heart voice hoped to know better of it

The bubble and brew within the cranial housing

couldn’t hold the thoughts old and hungry for release

Readjusting the signs yet again hoping no one would knock

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Hoping that what needed to fly out into the open

could be contained

a little longer,

a little longer

just a little longer.

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Clarity’s want gave one hard pound on the bony surface

Took hold of that Do Not Enter sagging there

Flipped it off like a spider on a shoulder

Out rolled the hurt, the frustration,

The holding on for dear life.

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It wasn’t meant to hurt the beloved traveling The Path

Only to speak to what drives the hurt

What lays waste to  dreams

What shudders and boils old fear

And here we are blistered, peeling pain off

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Never was the want of clarity so unclear

There is no re-hanging the Do Not Enter

There is no taking back what needed saying

The sign fell and seethes in the pot of life’s letting go

Adding single drops of forgiveness to get it right again

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Loss Must Have All Our Tears… a pantoum


day 26…

  I dedicate this to Janine.  Sending her love and hope in this time of great sadness.

Is it a call to the ever-lasting?

Has chaos laid its final hand upon us?

Fragile are we in our unfolding from life to death

The earth body has it limitations to release the bound soul

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Has chaos laid its final hand upon us?

There is no knowing when you will be taken or how

The earth body has it limitations to release the bound soul

And in our grief we remember the celebration of a life well lived

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There is no knowing when you will be taken or how

Can we greet death by living to our highest and greatest good?

And in our grief we remember the celebration of a life well lived

Filling up on the gifts that love has generously given

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Can we greet death by living to our highest and greatest good?

The Universe brings infinite vastness into our souls

Filling up on the gifts that loves has generously given

When remembrance is what holds us to what was

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The Universe brings infinite vastness into our souls

There is no telling when we will be called into the light and dark of it

When remembrance is what holds us to what was

And loss must have all our tears.

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There is no telling when we will be called into the Light and Dark of it

Fragile are we in our unfolding from life to death

And loss must have all our tears.

Is it a call to the ever-lasting?

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INTO THE WAKE OF DAY… an aubade


The invitation from the www.NaPoWriMo.net , Day 6, site is to write a ‘aubade’.  An aubade poem comes from those flirty French, and  is  a poem written about the break of day when lovers must part.   It has a lament about the parting of the shared night of love, or whatever the share might have been.  Only, that now, as the day rises, it is time to go.

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I am tangled in the sheet of you

Wrapped tight in the weave of night

Ornamented by where your lips

Found my unseen scars

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I handpicked a star to light

The path of how your tongue

Found my moist vulnerability

My land quaked with yours

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An now in the sliver crescent

Of Sun rising a whisper of

Goodbye unravels the braid of us

Curls the edges of departure

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Around our naked night spent

And you take that thin silver

Thread left between us out

The door into the wake of day

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