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Stacking Sandbags

i stacked sandbags against the
river of your fervent woe hoping
you would stay safe and dry-
but when the tide crashed, you crashed,
and i am having a hard time letting go;
for you are the one who i wished
loved me most…
now i am utterly in love with your
cradlesong ghost

feeding love to you as you starved,
hungered and thirsted for redemption,
the kind only the Lord can bestow-
i tried hard
(too hard)
to make you believe i am the only one who
can hold you when winter frost lingers,
soft white snow sadly whispers solitude,
for you slipped right out of my 
sonorous fingers

touching antipathy,
fearing what can never be known
has become my familiar habit-
you need forgiveness
and
i need-
you

as i walk toward your grave
i feel the love you did crave;
goodbye, beloved-
you were gentle and brave

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12.2.19
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Emile Pinet

A Bad Day

Cloudy turbulent skys full of destruction,
Clap of thunder the downpour begins,
Sandbags piled up the door,
Waves are lashing the shore,
Flooding begins to start,
The drains can't cope they overflow,
And still the deluge continues,
The sandbags not enough,
Flood water gains access,
Furniture piled up high,
The rain just doesn't care,
Flooding gets higher and on the stirs,
It's time to evacuate leave now

Premium Member Sandbags of Love

I don’t want to hate…but when I hear hate spewing from other people’s mouths…when I see the way certain people are treated for being who they are…when I see Ukrainians on the run…
I don’t want to hate…is easier said…than done.

But that’s what hate is counting on in its never-ending attack…
Hate feeds upon itself…and grows larger every moment we hate back.

After reading the news this morning…which was not a good way to start…
I began my walk angry…with hate filling up my heart…

Until, that is, I heard the unmistakable singing of the morning dove…
she made me smile as she reminded me of all the things in life there are to love.

It’s something I struggle to do when hate attacks…
when I’m trying to weather her endless storms…
I try to think of love…in all her different sizes… shapes and forms.

Because love will also feed itself…and if nurtured will never end…
So I think about the love I have for my family…and my friends.

I think of how I love sunrises and sunsets…the way the clouds float on the breeze…
how I love the birds that fly, the mountains high…the flowers and the trees.

I think of how I love ice cream and chocolate…riding in a car…p
The smell in the air after a rain…rainbows…peanut butter in a jar.

I think of how I love my morning walks…sharing it with the possums and raccoons…
trying to find the big dipper…watching the phases of the moon.

When the waters of hate come flooding in from the ground or raining from the sky above
I do my best to stem the tide…by filling my sandbags with love.

The higher the flood waters of hate rise…the more sandbags of love I need…
my goal is to keep is to keep from drowning…until the waters of hate recede.
© Jim Yerman  Create an image from this poem.


Sigrid's Sandbags

Braced to fight tough for triumph 
         Stockpiled testosterone
         Fizzed bicarb in her bloodstream 
         Sucked bitterness alone


         Flooded home, battle surmounted 
         Safeguard marshy roost
         Maladvised maveric trudged pond
         Stacking bags of no use

        
         Swirling water swarmed by spiders
         Fear erased from register
         Starless, deserted street industrial 
         Duty lead dim endeavour 
         
     
         Depth defiantly rejected her efforts
         Scream's echoing ignorant
         Yelled "help" at selected emptiness 
         Six months pregnant Sigrid


         Fortfied ego, throat sore, exhausted 
         Dry in her fortress upstairs 
         Concede agitated bruises encumber
         Defences laid dull despairs 




          
                      31st March
          Dependence is not defeat

Sandbags Against the Reverie of Your Woe

I stacked sandbags against the reverie of your woe,
        created a dam to ensure you’d stay safe and dry-
                  Then the tempest came and you drown in the undertow.
              I knew the risks barriers bestowed as you let go,
   you knew not I saw the whole thing; you didn’t even try. 
                   I watched the ripples in the reverie as you sank below.




June 17, 2018

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