One a Day: Sonnet (more or less)

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I gave you a piece of my own spirit
you offered it back when we said goodbye
Yes, the last thing you want is to hear it
but for my sake, I must give this a try

We were so happy, or so I believed
you would hold me gently in your safe arms
Imagine my shock, you looked so relieved
bye to your love and protection from harm

No more tenderness and warm gentle nights
no more shared dreams and farewell to shared plans
Misunderstandings and horrible fights
all that you’ll lay on my shivering hands

I miss our conversations and laughter
my dreams of happily ever after

 

One a Day: Septolet

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Moon slivers
mirror
my fate line

Tip to tip
Fingers entwined
Two becomes
One

One A Day: Limerick

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There once was a girl with a big heart
She did not know how to make it start
So she gave it to you
But you let that heart stew
Now a woman, she’s falling apart

One A Day: Haiku

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For you my heart beats
thump – thump – thump, thump, thumpthumpthump
I’ll love you always

One A Day: Themed Poem: Love

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Good Morning

I send you a text, it says,
“Good morning, Love”
As I get dressed to go to work,
I look over at your sleeping form and smile
The weather is cold, dreary and wet
But I woke up next to you today
Arms and Legs tangled in sheets that were warm from our body heat

As I pour my first cup of coffee, my phone vibrates
I have a message, it says,
“Have a great day, I love you”
I glance up and see you, standing in the doorway
A shaft of sunlight making your hair glow
Your smile pulls one from my lips

We kiss goodbye, and though we don’t speak
We’ve said all there is to say,
I know today will be a good day.

Post Script: National Poetry Month 2012: 30 Poems in 30 Days Challenge

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Poem 1: If Only

Poem 2: Squishy

Poem 3: IselaRose

Poem 4: April Spray

Poem 5: I Will Never Hold You

Poem 6: La Petite Mort

Poem 7: Navy Roses

Poem 8: From My Lips to Your Heart

Poem 9:

Poem 10:

Poem 11:

Poem 12

Poem 13:

Poem 14: All the World’s a Stage

Poem 15: Freedom

Poem 16: Rebirth

Poem 17:

Poem 18:

Poem 19:

Poem 20:

Poem 21:

Poem 22:

Poem 23:

Poem 24: Haven

Poem 25:

Poem 26:

Poem 27:

Poem 28: He says he loves me

April 8, 2008

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Caught in a thunderstorm,
rain sluices down my body.
A droplet discovers an opening
in my doused wool to slither down my flesh.

I imagine that it’s your index finger making
the path down my throat, in-between my breastbone
and onto my belly, where you pause

for a brief second before sliding down the right side
and getting absorbed by my blouse.

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