Good Morning Heartache
9/3/2023
Remembering, that morning, you were gone.
Your etched coffee mug, on the plaid kitchen table cloth.
And your loving presence vanished, like the morning fog.
How deeply sad, that utterly heartbreaking and fateful morn.
Who would have thought a new love of my lfe was headed my way?
Not m…..who was drowning in forlorn loneliness!
How does life work out…I pondered, bu it .simply does!
Is it perhaps…some invisible angelic presence?
I feel those exact, same emotions today.
But I know now, the seasons of the here, has its ways!
And today’s unbearable heaviness ,will be gone,
Replaced by etches, glorious sprit songs!
Through this silvered mist, dream helpers, work on the spirit of my dreams.
So, I let it all go~ drifting in new dreams,in fine,poetic, serene repose
Neither form, nor impressive verbiage, creates my poetrt
Happiest am I, exposing the genuine me, still in search of my own style!
Those genuine sounds, the soft echoes of my velvet, throbbing soul.
When I compose the genuine melody, it’s a miraculous wave!
And makes my days truly delicious, something to share.
To smile, dance in, and nary a heartach to behold.
Copyright © Panagiota Romios | Year Posted 2023
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