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Liz Ruddy Poem
Father’s first love.
Whipped spirit nurtures new life.
Unreciprocated adoration.
100 kisses of a tickling ‘stashe.
Mother: face down, step forward.
Feel pain, never expose.
Teenage sweetheart.
Stunted growth.
Teenage father.
Juvenile protector.
Baby crying.
Manipulation?
Nothing in focus. Thick smoke.
Another blow-up.
Develops a reflex.
A broken heart still Beats. Beats. Beats.
Copyright © Liz Ruddy | Year Posted 2012
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Liz Ruddy Poem
Walking together, a beautiful empty road.
Now three steps behind.
Face turned away, still feeling a sight.
Avoiding a stare, a hidden truth.
Air is ever changing, but stays the same.
Ahead, releasing a frigid breeze against a warm flushed cheek.
A boundless touch, causing a jagged heart to bleed.
An open wound, only a kiss can cure.
An open palm reaching for a closed fist.
Internally elegant, flirting with my imagination.
Discarding my scarlet glasses, revealing a beautiful tear streaked face.
Clear skies arise, a butterfly drifts by.
He smiles, and walks away.
I am three steps behind.
Copyright © Liz Ruddy | Year Posted 2012
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