A lonely heart
not
cupid's calling
introspection
minus bows and arrows
absent of flowers and lace
pausing...
tear flow
soaked crimson envelop
over an unsent valentine
disgruntled heart
ignores
high pitched ringing
an inner calling
because angels sing on high
I cover my ears
silencing head pounds
escaping
wing whispered wonders
evoking
lonely travels
without hand holding
unlike couples
tugging at my heartstrings
burden of proof
weight I must carry
ache of my soul
what is this feeling
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Marilyn Glover
Poet, writer, & editor, writing to uplift humanity. A Spiritual person who practices Reiki and finds inspiration in nature.
Mother of four, grandmother of two, British American dual citizen living in the States
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The Devil's Triangle
The sails ruffled in the breeze as we cruised along. The Sea Breeze was a mid-size catamaran that sailed out of Royal Naval Dockyard in Bermuda. We had booked this trip weeks in advance and were now looking at our Captain, Spike and two boat hands. Paddy and Wilson seemed like nice guys, joking around with the passengers and telling us some stories about Bermuda that only locals would know. Their island accents sounded almost British but they were pleasant to listen to.
By Barbara Gode Wilesabout 15 hours ago in Fiction
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Whoaaa, this reads so well both forwards and in reverse! Awesome poem!
Well done.