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Louise Kwalton Poem
Cotton candy clouds at sunset
Star lit skies at darkest night
Yellow moons in the heaven
My hand in yours held tight .
Small verdant hands that say hello
To creatures great and small
God’s gentle breath stirring them
Until their time to fall .
Ladybugs and lightening bugs
Inch worms here and there
Wooly bears and wondrous things
Our time to watch, so rare.
And in the blue, birds call and coo
Looking for their mate
They soar, they spy, they swoop, then say
Fly home, the day is late.
But not for us we say with joy
Our time has just begun
We walk, we dream, we speak of life
And all the things we’ve done.
While in the quiet of the night
The rabbits romp and play
For a moment silent and still
Our love to last, I pray.
Behold the wonders near and far
Keep them in your heart
The simple pleasures we have shared
From these we shall not part.
Copyright © Louise Kwalton | Year Posted 2019
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If only...
his arms would envelop me
The way they once did,
I could begin to live again.
If only...
He would kiss me with the
passion he once shared
with me, I could begin
to feel again.
If only...
He could hear me instead
of shutting me out, his is
the name I’d whisper.
But...
With strong and caring
arms Someone Else has
held me up and lit the
world for me.
And Someone Else has
breathed new life into
my very soul with his kiss.
And with his eyes, Someone
Else has rekindled the flame
within me.
And but for Someone Else,
my Spirit loves again.
For it is that Someone Else
who so carefully listens
and hears...
The whisper of his name.
Copyright © Louise Kwalton | Year Posted 2019
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Louise Kwalton Poem
My Miracle
From my belly she came, so beautiful, so perfect.
In awe was I of this tiny thing, to her each night lullabies I’d sing.
Each day she grew more beautiful than the last.
Each day I beheld this little miracle, growing so fast.
Still beautiful, a toddler, perfect in every way,
Inquisitive, playing and learning, all the day.
Spending every moment sharing
Giving all my love and caring.
Watching her board the bus to school
Left alone thinking only of my little jewel.
Off to college to find her life
Still sharing with me her struggles and strife.
Her life finally found, a husband, a job
Turning away, never knowing how my heart would throb.
No longer my little miracle, my life she has gone
How terribly satirical after giving my all, weeping dusk until dawn.
Copyright © Louise Kwalton | Year Posted 2019
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The road once traveled was paved with gold,
Tree-lined, green grasses, and wildflowers unfold.
Forks appear, curious and tempting,
Calling softly for the soul to travel.
Now lost and bewildered this path to unravel.
Bare feet now tread this rocky road,
No wildflowers, no grasses, no trees standing bold.
Chances and choices, I am now to suffer,
No flowers, nor trees, no shade to buffer.
Barefoot on this rocky road,
I have made mistakes so I am told.
Turn back, be brave and bold,
And hope once more for shades of green and gold,
Sprinkled with many colors for me to behold.
Copyright © Louise Kwalton | Year Posted 2019
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Louise Kwalton Poem
miles between and years apart friends in love tears at this, my heart
Copyright © Louise Kwalton | Year Posted 2019
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Louise Kwalton Poem
Love, it seems is not always our fate.
With time we learn the light from dark.
The lessons learned come much too late.
Denying truth takes wing like a lark.
Days to weeks, and then to months, closing gates
As months turn into years.
And over time the truth illuminates,
Jubilance, fears, and tears.
Joy comes from real truth we're told.
And soon it sets us free.
Yet the tears and fears come to soothe and hold
The death of dreams, for others to come to be.
Life's worthy of the joyful light and dark sorrow.
So thin the line between dawn and dusk.
Life's joys and sorrows from which we grow,
Comes forth a life as rich as autumn musk.
Copyright © Louise Kwalton | Year Posted 2021
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It seemed not so long ago
The world appeared beautiful and bright.
Without the slightest doubt, she’d always know
She believed in goodness , love, and light.
For she could see no other,
Not ugliness or blight.
She’d not alter her beliefs for any other,
She felt so certain she was right.
But there were those who saw only ugliness,
The world full of evil might.
They winced at her eyes of innocence,
Her naïveté how the would smite.
They said her world would surely fall,
How certain of it they said.
How awful and ugly it would come to call,
And soon she found her world was dead.
As sure as the world continues to turn
Scars appeared, never to heal.
And how she suffered the eternal burn,
The ugliness was much too real.
Now feeling lost, her beliefs forever gone,
The beauty and joy no longer there.
No new beginning and no new dawn,
The pain so strong that she must bear.
She lives her life in deep despair,
As rubble surrounds and feeds her fears.
For her life there’s no repair,
Not for the remaining of her years.
Copyright © Louise Kwalton | Year Posted 2020
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For love there was a time
That appeared to be sublime.
But I fear it was all for naught,
For tears were all it brought.
The love appeared true
Brought anger only to brew.
A heart cold and blue,
Loneliness grew and grew.
Time somehow comes to pass
Hurt and anger fade and die
A heart opens to chance
And reaches for the sky.
The past is forever gone
And a new love lives on.
Time is on one side
With love in heart soul and mind.
Keep open your heart,
That you may come in time,
A love that’s once more
So completely sublime.
Copyright © Louise Kwalton | Year Posted 2020
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What of age of beauty ,
does it not seek out only the young?
Or can one keep it near with help of loved ones ever so dear?
What of the newness of beauty?
Does it not weaken year after year?
Does it not weaken with each little tear?
Tears that are shed from eyes that have seen too much of the world
Too much joy and too much pain,
From what there is too little to lose or to gain.
What of beauty unto itself?
Does that even truly exist?
Or simply a pleasantry we wish to persist?
For I am not beautiful as so many insist.
Copyright © Louise Kwalton | Year Posted 2019
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