Bruised and Burned

July 2023

Poetry

Bruised and Burned

A feeling just died,
Wasted away.
A long time it cried,
It hoped to caress
A feeling has flown,
On worries wings.
Though it had grown,
It no longer sings.
A feeling now gone,
Will it return?
Written in strange stone,
It bruised and burned.

n Well and Woe

In well and woe
I’m sitting on the couch
Listening to music of your voice
Errands to run

But I just can’t seem to care.
Life goes on around me.
I don’t feel like participate.
I go through all the emotions,
But what I really do is wait.
I dream about the day
That you’ll come to me.

Nothing else is important.
Why can’t the supreme force see?
I don’t want to go out.
I don’t want to talk to mortals
I don’t want to do a thing or two
Until all is said and done with you
You are unaware of my pain.
I never let you know.

It’s so hard out here without you,
But I’m not allowed to let it show.
Must I pretend all is fine.
Everyone thinks all is well
But what I never ever let you know
Is that I cry for you
Every day and night In well and woe!

Lilies Whisper

A salty summer afternoon
Makes cloudy skies seem clear
With a sudden exciting encounter
Each time the wind begins to chime,
And roads begin to near

The whisper of your magical words
Flows gently to my ear
The scent and sight enough was great
Yet your gifted lilies live for more
Your lilies whisper poetry

As none have heard before
The lilies whisper to my lonely soul
That sends the gentle breeze
Thus cools my burning body
It touches my heart that none can see Your lilies are lively grow
Beautifully arrayed in white and pink
Free to whisper their poetry
Without the need to toil

But flowers do not last the year
And newer buds must bloom
Like my patient passion without any gloom The lilies will whisper poetry
That none shall ever know

But our feelings are to grow anew
With sense, sensitivity and sensually
For lilies will whisper poetry
Like that ecstasy and mystery..