Calm Twilight

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Poetic thoughts shatter,
Like glass across a sky of azure.
You arrive on bits of final sunshine,
My mysterious muse.
You capture my presence tonight,
And I feel you inside my wistful soul,
As you voluntarily watch me,
Waiting in the calm twilight.

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The final line written by, my girl, Morgan. It is no secret that I adore her poetry, so last week when she wrote the line “waiting in the calm twilight” I mentioned being envious, and then there was some banter and a challenge. I’m following through with using her perfect line in my poem tonight, but mine will pale in comparison once you’ve read her Friday Fantasy poem from last week. You’ll see… ♡ Thanks for letting me borrow your words, Morgan.

Whisper Into My Ear

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My
Darling,
A magical
Offering of
Attentiveness
My delectation
Even for a fantasy
September’s ending
Or is it just beginning
Wrapped here with you
Trusting in your feathers
Chest against soft breasts
Leaning for conversation
Whispering into my ears
About peace and worry
Relating, so perfectly
Our reactions blush
Soft fleshy quiver
Your smile sighs
Lips closer still
Landing upon
Fairest skin
Delicately
Kissing
A red
Ear

Confusion

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mesmerized by the continuation,
the sound of hasty waves hypnotic.
wearing my favorite blue jeans,
needy hands stuffed into pockets,
I stand at the epilogue,
confused.
frizzy auburn ringlets,
beat at my face,
questioning,
don’t you feel?
water’s cusp lapping at my toes,
trying to sooth my desires,
unsettled by what never was.
yet, I selfishly beg for you daily.

Our Hero

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At peace over what will be
but please fight
Do it!
Willingly
Oh, Hero of mine
First man I ever loved
You’ve got to try
You’d be the first to tell me why
Nothing’s easy in this life
Not even chemotherapy, it seems
You once told me some things aren’t worth the fight
This is not one of them, not this night
Cancer isn’t going to rein
Not this family, never again

Regrettably

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The melody in my head,
Plays to the essence of you.
Proving you’re my cherished notes,
A possible dream come true.
The invitation of a sparrow,
Sat near my window,
Chirps your classic tune.
Does she sense you, too?
Her wings far more radiant,
Born with an ability to fluently lift you,
Perhaps, leaving me fully aware,
My love, flying with her is inevitable.