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I Need Prayers My Friends - Please Spread The Word.
(I hope you don't mind I have repeated myself here in case you did not see this request on my first post.)
By now I thought I would have returned to Poetry Soup. Many of you know I care for my bed ridden mother 24/7 at my home where I have set up a mini hospital situation.
Some of you may not know I am a single Father with two young Daughters 22 and 19. My eldest daughter after being clean for 11 months is now struggling with addiction again.
She relapsed about three months ago. We tried a detox center but that failed. Now she is trying to detox at home with my help. Today is day four. So far it has been very hard on her. She also tells me the cravings are very hard on her but she is fighting the good fight.
I am asking for prayers for my daughter. Thank You with all my love in advance. Please feel free to post your own requests for prayers. We all need friends at times.
I will do my best to get around to reading and commenting on your poems my friends when ever I find the time.
On a completely unrelated topic not pertaining to my daughter I have an old series of poems I wrote all on the same topic from one of the contests "I Think Of You" that of course I never entered.
Here is part 1 the second poem from that series. Each poem is meant to stand on its own but the whole series tells a complete story.
I Think of You - Ground Zero - 1
I Think Of You - Ground Zero (Part 1)
Leaving under a blood moon
in a jet plane rising
los angeles falls behind me
and I...
You.
Two.
Clouds dance
to the song of the spiders.
Latent sun rays fall on me like rain...I
...They say third time's the charm.
On planes again.
A sky...endless... and then finally
from the other end of the world to here.
A continent, an island,
an australian flower drunk on wine.
Her...uniqueness lends to her beauty.
...and I
A fourth night.
A church spire at sunset.
At a distance bats fill the sky,
resemble a smoke plume.
...I
I plead the fifth.
It's all these moons.
Tonight a hunter's moon.
She's unable to hide
even with her bowl of clouds.
It's no help.
She has no spoon.
Her luminous rays give her up.
Moonshine in the moonlight over the sea.
...I
I count...five,
six...on the beach.
A purple nightshade,
a sand flower,
Irish eyes speak uniquely to me.
....I
I, you...
you can't roll a seven with one die.
Back on a plane.
A snow fog blinding.
From my window seat a one of a kind view.
Alone,
...I
I eight...ate...need to eat.
Africa...a Safari.
A plant chloroform green
has holes like cheese.
A large swiss leaf.
I laugh and I...I distract myself.
A stitch in time beats nine.
Back in North America.
A dilapidated fortress stares down
an overwhelming thunderhead.
...I
I camp out.
It requires a tenth...tent.
An Eagle never blinks.
No eye lids.
An unimpeded view.
...but I...I surrender.
There is no place in the world
I can escape.
...I
i think of you.
You are living art.
Here.
Now.
What I perceive
is what I live.
I perceive us.
I can picture you.
I am photography,
the camera, the lens.
I absorb your image,
process it.
A form of plagiarism
I didn't borrow.
I stole.
Inhaled you but
...I
I dream
and I...
...i think of you.
Armand
March 11 2015
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