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You can never be free of old love.
It'll always be caged in your heart and head.
At any time, the ghost of old love can hijack your brain.
Turn it into a forest of monkeys.
Shaking the branches of your memory.
Pelting the present with fruit of the past.
Both rotten and sweet.
You're really living a double life.
One in the tangible-one in your monkey mind.
One household brimming with the old love.
Shuddered and blistered with peeling paint.
Its rooms filled with wild cherry pits.
A nickel bag of cheap Mexican gold.
Copper pots filled with vipers and laughter.
A carousel of house cats and fire ants.
Zigzagging along suburban rapids.
The big fall just around the bend of night.
Where everything was deadly but very alive,
It was all about accumulating the scars of living.
Your new house is freshly painted.
Everything is uncomfortably perfect.
Just like you see on a movie set.
Perfect lines under perfect face and hair,
Perfect lipstick that never smears.
Where's the real living-
The grime in the corner.
The clownish tangle of underwear at the foot of the bed.
Your conversations have become a stepping stone.
To get through dinner.
This house can never burn down because it lacks fire.
There are only oatmeal and Epsom salt.
Where nothing is deadly but everything's dead
The only scar is from not living,
You miss the imperfections of the old love.
Imperfections are the soil of life.
Where serpents wrap around sunflowers.
Spitting fiery pearls and manic thorns.
The manic carnival ride and the crash that follows
You didn't know it then, but you know it now.
That it was all worth it.
Where you live now, there are no serpents or sunflowers.
No tornadoes or pinwheels or fear.
Dialogue is just a sparkless interview in gray.
And what if the quiet moments are uncomfortable
or are they filled with monkeys swinging from your brain stem?
Screaming ya shoulda picked me!
ya shoulda picked me!!
My resurrection of the dead
Are old pictures and what she said
A silent echo and an image framed
The place for my love that bared her name
I meet her with tears instead of the smiles
Smiles are for the living inviting another smile
But tears are for giving they come from the heart
They tell me I loved her with every single part
My resurrection of the dead
Captures old memories inside my head
Those special moments when something was said
The falling in love and sharing a bed
I still have what death took away
Look at the bright side I was never betrayed
An over reaction of my imagination this may be
But her real resurrection is when I'm set free
“ I eat every word, suspended, transfixed by you, I’m losing myself” quote from poem, Infatuated by me
Sooty bitter ashes in my mouth
the taste of our old love, dead
another wave of pain hits me
I weep, I look at photos of us, weep
hear our songs, weep
sadness engulfs every pore of me
devastated, broken, oblivion
ghosting through life
imploded heart bleeds
you don’t love me anymore
I feel as if my spirit fled
Why do I emote
by my pretty little cuts
give me mindful tears
Entry Writing Challenge 1 July 2019 - Melancholy
Placed Third
Sponsor: Dear Heart
Written 22/07/2019
You're never out of my thoughts sweeties
Never very far away
On my mind the last thing each night
Mornings to start each new day
What is it called when this thing happens
Is there some very special name
Or is it just called plain old love
Basically the name stays the same
Happening for thousands of years or more
The need for the love of another
To assure us guys are not all alone
And we count on the love of others
What a sad world this place would be
Without love to see us through
Totally adrift on an ocean of nothingness
So fortunate to still have you
So I'll close with this my dear sweet lady
Not a moment ever goes by
When you're image is not alive in my thoughts
Tears of joy well up in my eyes
A stroll through memories
So very quaint
Time slips away
Like driftwood down a stream
An identity then
That faded over time
Replaced anew
Like dew on morning leaves
A love so passionate
It could melt the recent snows
Immortalized in memory
But not in reality
Feelings are fleeting
With shredded pieces of heart
Littering the highway
Of this life
At times there is bitterness
And others there is sorrow
But it is important
To find reconciliation
Old love creeps
But new love blossoms eternal
Indulge the past a little
But let it not whittle you away
In time you'll be happy
For the love once shared
And if you truly cared
You'll wish them the same
A stroll through memories
So quaint
Just remember to smile
And have the time of your life
It's there I sat, in a shower of spray.
In that of warmth as the shower sprays.
In that of heart as the water fills the part.
Deep in my mind the water runs broad.
But there in soul, you liquefy my thoughts.
As you run like water through heart and soul.
As a warmth of water, you cover each drop that falls.
It is there to which you are a shower of love.
As I have found myself showered with love.
With that of comfort and soothing warmth.
You have changed my temp, to luke warm.
It's being next to you to which I melt.
As the water falls from my heart at melt.
It is there behind the curtains to which you don't see.
That of the nakedness to which has brought me to this scene.
That of a love divine to which reins in my heart and time.
As there's nothing but just thoughts of you, showering my mind.
As each thought of you seems lonelier, as the water wash down the drain.
It's there to which is my loneliest when I sat alone.
Thats there's nothing but you in thought as I remember what we shared.
With that of love and happiness and companionship we compare.
But it is that of emptiness and distance to which I cry.
As your love, I have found none to which compares.
To the feeling I felt when you showered me with your love.
With that of your heart you care but that of your words that cut down deep.
As you said you cared and would never part.
But now, there's distance and us far apart.
As I have found myself sitting here feeling that of no love.
As it is just me as my tears wash away that of old love.
But iit is that of a showering love.
To which has brought me crying out for love.
As you have caused my heart to shower in tears of love.
As with you, I have found that of a showering love.
And that was having you and the warmth of your love.
We watched Grandma walk to the podium…
With tears filling her eyes…she looked up and smiled lovingly….
“I’d like to read a note.” She said
“before he became your dad and your grandpa…my husband gave to me.”
“I received this from him years ago…it was on our wedding day….
and just like me this note is a little older and more grey.
She gently placed her hand on the casket she now stood beside…
then opened the weathered old note and read the words inside.
‘I want to bring you light when you’re wrapped in darkness
comfort when you’re feeling pain
I want to be your shade when life gets too hot…
your umbrella in the rain.
I want to shield you from harsh winds...
be your warmth in the winter snow...
I want to stand proudly next to you when you’re feeling tall...
and pick you up when you’re feeling low.
I want your life to be filled with poetry
I’d like to be your rhyme...
What I’m trying to say is I want to love you...
until the end of time.’
She clutched the note and smiled at the casket,
“You did what you said you’d do.”
thank you…thank you…thank you
for making all my dreams come true.”
It was raining when were reached the cemetery….
Grandma allowed the raindrops to engulf her tears…
not once did she complain….
I imagine it was her way of beginning a life
without her umbrella in the rain.
I am constantly searching
for that love different from old loves,
starting over and hoping it can last
without the urge to seek and find!
It has been quite a few years
spent in dire loneliness, giving up on dreams...
laying down and staring at moonlight:
dreaming of passionate nights that faded away,
never to be recaptured by memory!
Oh, fate so unfair and merciless:
don't hold me in captivity! Let me
escape to yesterday and relive each joyful
moment I lost to foolishness and greed...
is this why you punish me so harshly?
Before bright morning comes,
create that image of illusion
with wisps of fog rising from the warm grass;
there we lay and dreamt of a happy tomorrow!
If what's left of these lonely days
could render me one wish: to have that old love back...
rather than seek out new loves so brief and untrue;
wouldn't I be happier than the luckiest man?
Written on 1/17/2017
What better way to spend a rainy afternoon in May,
Than with Grandma in her attic where precious memories lay.
This was her treasure trove, cherished things dear to her heart,
About which she reminisced with us, delightful tales to impart!
She cuddled her yellowed wedding gown with a far-away look in her eye,
And told of Grandpa's tender love for her with a wistful sigh.
From a trunk she took a photo of them taken on their wedding day.
Even from the misty past, deep and abiding love it did portray.
A faded photograph showed Grandpa, so very handsome and grand,
In the uniform of his country, that he volunteered to defend.
She showed us Grandpa's army uniform, pride swelled within her breast.
She shed a tear holding the flag, presented when he was laid to rest.
She fondled a gold pocket watch that she gave him as a bride.
It ran for nigh on sixty years, mysteriously stopping when he died.
With trembling lips she kissed a golden pendant and had this to say,
"It was given to me by your Grandpa on our blissful wedding day."
She played a waltz on the old Victrola and whirled about the room.
Her eyes shone so brightly and her face assumed a youthful bloom.
Grandma is united with Grandpa now, they've ended their earthly quest.
With their love and traditions, our family was truly, truly blessed!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
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Placed No. 1 in Constance's "I Am Sending You A Gift Of Poetry, Dear Heart" Contest-Sep 10
Inspired by the poem "Old Trunk" written by Constance - A Rambling Poet
In old trunks and attics are stored many precious memories!
I'm sending you this, my gift of poetry, dear heart, from my trove of poems.
When was it, the day we first spoke?
When was it, the moment I stood next to you?
When was it, the time all guys came to me yet I seeked for love?
Maybe, I couldn't see you because from all of them, you were above.
You were right there, when I made new friends.
You were somewhere in all my pictures.
You were present as I embraced on my fears.
You were one of the voices when the whole crowd cheered.
When the whole crowd cheered, but only I couldn't hear.
You were right there, as I danced holding strangers hands
You were right there, when I saw it all break apart in a glance.
In the room of my rumours there was a presence of your stance.
Why didn't I ever realise this distance.
Coincidence, how we were the only ones unbothered.
Of all those people, was it you who really mattered.
How fate turned the tables of life giving her own name,
We both fell for her trap the very moment we entered the game.
Did you have to be the one to hate me from the start
Did you have to be the one to see me fall apart
Did you have to be the one who gets my words all stuttered
Did you have to be the one to make my heart flutter
I forgot the demons I formed alliances with.
I freed my old love and called it a myth.
I try hard everyday to fill this void,
And harder to run away when your thoughts collide.
All I wanted was to explore carelessly and wander,
But suddenly your presence started to grow fonder.
Irrational how we clung on so soon,
Now do I stay for us or leave on my own?