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Gossamer Wings

On gossamer wings 
she floats through thoughts 
of timeless dreams and 
pages unturned. 
Words written but left unread
for years as centuries 
turn to new. 
Her course was set 
before her time, 
now deep within 
she feels her fragile heart 
even as it breaks again. 
New words to write of courage 
or loss, or words perhaps of 
gossamer wings that carry her
home.

Copyright © Anita Longino | Year Posted 2009



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The Ties That Bind

I burned a bridge yesterday,
the tie that bound was cut.
You once were my brother 
but never my friend; 
too much space between us, 
I guess. 
Through the years 
the exchanges were modest 
at best; two siblings in  
separate worlds. 
Too many words 
left unspoken, 
too many chances 
were lost.
You drove a wedge and 
created the rift 
that grew deeper 
with each passing year. 
No longer a way to 
mend or repair so 
I cut the last tie. Tell me 
how did it feel? Unexpected, 
or did you care?
You once were my brother 
but never my friend; 
nothing left between us now, 
just space….

Copyright by Anita Lewis Longino
September 2, 2010

Copyright © Anita Longino | Year Posted 2010

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Africa

Please,  hear my declaration, Africa,
your deserts and your plains call out to me.
Now hear my condemnation, Africa,
the killing of your people cannot be.

You are a land of plenty, Africa,
and yet this sacrifice you do embrace --
your people die each day, no food to eat.
Do you not see this is a vile disgrace?

You are a land of contrast, Africa,
from Mozambique across to Senegal.
Your nations’ apathy is cast in stone,
no ears to hear the pleas from great and small.

You’re now my inspiration, Africa,
to make my voice be heard across the land.
Create a new foundation, Africa, 
your nations must unite and take a stand.

Africa, all your nations, hear my call.
Africa, Great Mother of us all.

Copyright © Anita Longino | Year Posted 2010

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The Golden Ship

As I stared at the cloudless sky
I saw a golden ship pass by,
on its way to Timbuktu,
a Captain and his gallant crew.

They carried cargo very rare –
herbs and spices grown to share,
these goods to market to be sold
for payment made in priceless gold.

They sailed along and circled ‘round
and set the ship down on the ground.
The Captain asked me if I knew
which way to go to Timbuktu.

I then said, ”no, but may you know
I’ve never had the chance to go.”
The Captain said, “come on aboard
and we’ll be off for our reward.”

Then I awoke from my deep sleep
and from the bed I took a leap;
I shook my head to clear my brain
and said thank God, I’m not insane!

Copyright © Anita Longino | Year Posted 2009

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Beautiful Flower

When love is 
unencumbered and 
free to grow as it will, 
it is like 
an exquisite flower, 
its blossom
unfolding in the sun. 
But if it is not 
nurtured 
and tended, 
the flower withers 
and dies
and there is 
nothing left 
except
fallen petals 
on the ground.

Copyright © Anita Longino | Year Posted 2009



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Wednesday Morning

She sat alone with paints beside her chair,
a canvas filled with sunshine at her side.
She gazed around the scene set en plein air,
then chose a brush to paint the rising tide.

The blues and greens were blended carefully
to capture all the shadows and the light
on water swirling in the crystal sea
with seabirds diving in to grab a bite.

The vista on the canvas taking shape
with sky and sea, the morning light was best.
A misty fog along the rocky cape
meant clouds were rolling in from north, northwest.

She rushed to add a final touch of tan
then sprinted just before the rain began.

Copyright © Anita Longino | Year Posted 2010

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The Silent Rain

My thoughts of you are fewer now each day.
Has time begun to heal my withered soul?
I know that time begins to fade the pain,
but can’t imagine when I’ll have control.

The rain falls and it trickles down the glass.
I trace the drop as if it is a tear.
The silence sometimes deafens me, but now,
it is a peaceful silence that I fear.

Some pieces of me still I cannot find.
I’ve searched all over but to no avail.
I looked beside the garden path we walked,
but could not find me there along the trail.

I stand beside the window looking down,
as birds dash in and out between each drop.
I contemplate the distance to the ground
and walk away, yet wonder why I stop.

My thoughts of you are fewer now each day.
Has time begun to heal my withered soul?
I watch the rain in silence as it falls,
in hopes, somehow, today will find me whole.

Copyright © Anita Longino | Year Posted 2009

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Peace

When the lotus 
blooms

and the moon
hovers over
the sea

spilling its light
on the
waves below,

a lover’s kiss
tastes as sweet
as aged wine,

and peace wraps
our world
like a warm,
soft blanket;

if not today,
I pray it is
tomorrow.

Copyright © Anita Longino | Year Posted 2009

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The Park

Today, I saw you walking down the street;
the one that curves around, then through the park.
I heard the laughter of the children as
they ran and played their games, 
while you stood by the river in our spot. 
I sat and watched with distant visions in my mind 
of times we spent together feeding seagulls, 
as they flapped and hovered in the wind; 
you were concerned I'd lose a finger to a beak. 
The gulls were very greedy birds that day. 

I looked and saw you turn. I stood to wave but caught 
my breath; he was not you. Of course, he was not you. 
How quickly lives can change and leave mere memories
that rattle in the mind. The echoes of our lovers and
our friends who will remain forever in our souls; 
their epitaphs to note they've passed along this way. 
I thought I saw you in the park today, but you were 
only there within the lonely chambers of my mind.

Copyright © Anita Longino | Year Posted 2009

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Come Here

Come here and place your weary head 
upon this pillow saved for you 
and rest a while with me instead 
of toiling long past twilight's dew. 

Come here and I will sing the song 
that calls you back from where you roam 
and helps you find your way along 
the darkened path that leads you home. 

Come here and let me hold you tight 
and offer you sweet bread and wine 
to ease your hunger through the night 
until you wake from sleep divine. 

Come here with me inside this place 
and stay abiding evermore 
where dreams are kept in love's embrace 
and hope is seen through heaven's door.

Copyright © Anita Longino | Year Posted 2010

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