The Waves are Crashing | Poetry Remix No. 46

The waves are crashing against shaded stones.
The salty air dries the brine of the night.
Creatures clamber, evading to their homes.
Skinny palm trees bend their hands to the light.

the waves are crashing
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I close my eyes, you drift into picture.
Disregarding all but our affection.
We’re so carefree, relishing this fixture.
Insouciant, relishing imperfection.

Let’s float apart, together, me and you.
Laughs. . . flirty glances. . . our envisaged cove.
Between the azure sky and ocean blue,
there’s the warmth of the sun, and of our love.

I close my eyes and I hold your hand in mine,
But when eyes open, you’re not here. . this time. . .

One Day You Won’t Recognize Me

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One Day You Won’t Recognize Me | Poetry Remix No. 45

I sense one day you won’t recognize me.
They say to remember where you came from.
But I say sometimes change is meant to be:
To march to the beat of a different drum.

One day you won't recognize me
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But only a still small voice inside knows
the rhythm of life soon to be composed.

I Thought You Were Dead

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I Thought You Were Dead | Short Poem No. 111

They wheeled you out and I thought you were dead;
Your hospital bed mirrored a casket.
I ducked down and dropped my lips to your head.

I thought you were dead
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This season, I lost two people I love.
Appeals go up, if I’m able to ask it,
not to take this third soul, too, up above.

I Write in my Grave

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