What of me when newness fades?When you have since abandoned longing for my lips. The shape of my disposition no longer quenching your desires. What of me when time and toil have stolen my days?When these arms lose the worth of their breadth. Ravaged by ailments and grief of this life. What of me whenContinue reading “What of Me?”
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Mayflies
I use to think when people died young it was because there was so much sadness in their hearts they just could’t keep it from breaking. I would have kept on believing this had I not lost my daddy so young, or experienced the agony of losing two unborn children, only to find I stillContinue reading “Mayflies”
You
I can’t understand it. I can’t comprehend. How a love so deep spawned so quickly from friends. Just a small spark, ignites a fire; That makes you think up all these dreams and desires. It wraps you in tightly, without regard Of whom you’re attached to, no matter how far. It tells you that loveContinue reading “You”
A Prayer
I come to petition you in this, what seems our darkest hours for some years now. Though I know others struggle equally or more than even I and that greater troubles are still on our horizon. I feel thin and shallow like not enough breath to fill ones lungs, and I wait. A longing acheContinue reading “A Prayer”
Merry Christmas!
As Christmas Eve falls upon us again and we each repeat our holiday traditions. (Some of us in a not so jolly disposition) Take a moment to stop, take a breath, and take it all in. Remember those you love, those who couldn’t make it for a visit, and those no longer with us. TheseContinue reading “Merry Christmas!”
Cold Winter Day
©2017 C. Clary When winter dew kisses the earth, My fatigued soul will long for mirth. Frigid reminder of what could have been. A constant pain from deep within. My body aching, searching for yours. To touch would be the cause of wars. To kiss those silken lips so sweet. To love you with unbridledContinue reading “Cold Winter Day”
Imprisoned Mind
Composition comes in the still of the night. The silence beckons to my thoughts and all its trappings. A clear mind working without interruption, I bask in pure solitude, and revel in self contemplation. Welcoming the crisp nothing that surrounds me, I can finally breathe. No longer suffocating, words flow freely No longer bound, theyContinue reading “Imprisoned Mind”
Sarcastically Cynical 