It snowed today. I made our hot chocolate just like I always do whenever it snows—rich with chocolate and topped with swirls of whipped cream. I made a cup for you and a cup for me.
I carried them to the bow window, where we always sat, watching the world soften under winter’s hush. The snowflakes danced, drifting and twirling in the wind, just as they always did. Just as we always did—together.
I wrapped my hands around the warmth of my cup, breathing in the familiar scent. Yours sat beside me, untouched, the whipped cream melting into the dark swirl beneath it.
A cup for you and a cup for me.
But you are not there.
And yet, in the hush of falling snow, in the warmth of the cup beside me, in the quiet ache that
fills the space you left behind—somehow, you are.
"Those we love don't go away, they walk beside us every day.
Unseen, unheard but always near, still loved, still missed and dear."
Quote by _Alex Maclean,
Canadian Author
We found love unbidden on a pretty day,
a quiet girl and a handsome man;
it seems so, so long ago my dearest love,
now, all I have are memories.
I invited you to my beloved attic apartment,
you gathered me in your arms;
our first kisses were tender and quite unsure,
you brought me trinket gifts.
Gifts, I keep in old trunks secret from the world,
they laid red roses on your grave;
but, I bring you lilacs in Spring because I know,
that you loved them the best.
I cry, my love for what could have been our life,
for the loss of a wonderful man;
I cry, that you died too young to live your dreams,
and for lost dreams I now keep,
I cry.
You’re beautiful to me;
Your smile,
your laugh,
even your deafening silence is beautiful to me.
You simply being you is something I love to see,
something I love to embrace,
and something I love to hear.
I wish I was able to call you mine,
embrace you in a warm blanket of love and reassurance,
and though I still can,
it doesn’t convey the feelings I have for you.
though I know they have to be condoned,
something I have to keep off to the side,
essentially on the back burner.
I wish to show you how you should be treated,
how I want to treat you,
yet I’m not aloud,
There’s an invisible barrier that I can’t cross.
I will still love you, regardless of what happens,
because for now,
our souls are intertwined in something that I can’t untangle.
So for now,
you shall be tangled
within my soul.
for some
love takes no
time to find
It's the loss of
love that
hinders the heart
of man
for decades
raindrops chatter on the rooftop
mocking this saddened heart
pummeled with the rhythm of woe
January 7, 2022
Haiku Contest inspired by Basho only Poetry Contest
This day so historically malevolent
I seemed to have died within my soul
As a pray to the clouds, though they
Are dark and crossing the line of death
I see the passing of my soul unto the
Realms of her hands, beating me with
Her significant scythes and touches me
With the eyes of hatred, only protruded
When life seems to end, and the soul
Is emptied unto the heartless, where battles
Have been lost for decades, I fathom
Nothing more than her touch, cold, iron
Breaching touch of hatred, lashing upon
My loss: loss of power, loss of hope
Loss of any shining entities to enter my
Thrown soul, tossed into the pit of misery
Where she stirs it like a cauldron, placing
My tenderness into spasms of fear and
Death upon every level, now she sees my
True self, exposed, and so filled with love
That she has missed throughout her life
Now burning within the chasm of hatred!
Russell Sivey
Memories we made have started to f a d e,
as the weeping willow reaches for a tissue-
I craved your thirst and you wish I’d stay,
the loss of my love was never the issue.
All trust had died the second you lied,
as my bleeding heart can’t forgive you-
Your lust inside upset this smooth ocean tide,
this loss of devotion can’t continue.
A masquerade you played and now I hide-
"Oh weeping willow, lend me your tissue."
Rhyme Scheme: A-B-A-B C-B-C-B-C-B
CONTEST 201
Sponsor: Brian Strand
Date Written: September 13, 2016
Love lost,
Is never truly gone,
No matter the rents cost,
Love lost lingers on.
She never truly committed to me,
Simply wished for a toy,
A heart of stone you see,
To the softness of a boy.
She was young as was he,
Yet her soul was full grown,
Her mind a tragic soliloquy,
Of what fate had sewn.
The boy was simply a canvas,
And who better than a pained artist,
To take his heart and encompass,
The innocence with a lusted mist.
He knew her as a saint,
She saw a den for sin,
He knew not of the paint,
She began to place within.
Now her ruse is complete,
His love is true,
Her trickery was discreet,
Now to turn brightness to blue.
Love is never lost,
It festers from within,
To the owner it bears great cost,
She lives on, as he lives broken.
How to describe the dark, empty night,
Or the blinding, driving blizzardy snow,
I don’t know.
I thought I knew, until I met you. Until
then I was sure, I always knew what to do,
eyes full of blue.
But love is a liquid, and love can get hot,
A little unstable, and predictable not,
Love has no filters, it passes straight through,
Where does it come from, why can’t it be true?
Love is elusive; it changes its shape,
And covers its tracks just before it escapes,
Love is behind you, all around you, inside you,
There to remind you, to free you, to seize you.
But the loss of love, that will come too,
In frozen shapes and skeleton hues,
It simply has too.
Follow the rutted path of lost love. Go down
her spiraling case and suffocate, until finally
she lets you go.
Too long have I been locked inside my mind;
Into my ponderations, ever bleak.
This great divide; I always seem to find
A week a year and every day a week.
I see you in my mind each day and night
But ever as a shadow; slowly turns
To smoke and then from smoke into the light;
And light into the shadow slowly burns.
It saddens me when I cannot recall
That blissful sparkle; glimmers from your eyes.
I lose myself; I stumble and I fall
Beyond despair. But who shall hear my cries?
No more; I must break free from in this cell
And live a life so free with you as well.
Never fall in love with a man who doesn’t love you
There is so much pain and heartache you end up going through.
Then again the men these days aren’t men, they are boys,
And they tend to think of woman as their play toys.
Women learn to sit back and take the pressure,
When they know deep inside they are beginning to love him lesser.
But for now the loss of love will be kept a secret,
For the simple fact she is comfortable with him and has learned to deal with it.
Heartless,
I watch the world slowly turn outside my window
Dreamy,
I wander lost and lonely through my life
Careful,
She spoke in soft voice
Or you will leave us all behind
Angrily,
A bird chirps among the trees
Hateful,
Its song calls out to all who hear
Lover,
She spoke in soft voice
Will you take this cross to bare
Redemption,
Is a far off dream I’ve had
Corruption,
Bleeds from green grass around me
Truth,
She said crying
It’s something a man would be able to see
Sighing,
I take my place in the bed next to her
Resolve,
Wraps my hands around her neck
Screaming,
She desperately claws at my face
Is she digging for the reason she has not seen yet
Heartless,
I lie in the bed beside her
Dreamy,
I kiss her gently on the cheek
Lover,
I whisper softly in her ear
Forgive me for the road I chose to take
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