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Yvonne Clark Poem
Longing
For Affection
Self-denial, Self-afflicted, Self-fulfillment
What condition caused deprivation?
Starved!
Copyright © Yvonne Clark | Year Posted 2014
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Yvonne Clark Poem
War and Harmony
I caught the red eye to meet my warrior only to be met with war.
A night of hot passion that time has caused us both to long for.
A harmonious melody fills the room from fulfillment and bliss.
See you later sealed with a kiss as our throbbing groins persist.
I walk with a jolly gait in my step until I a single gold earring stubbed my toe.
Now filled with fury as I wonder whom else has been sleeping with my G.I. Joe.
Salty water now free to flow from a broken gaze as I noticed the typewriter in my peripheral.
I take a seat to compose a letter to him about how this love was to be a duo and not a Trio.
He left a half of pack on the desk within reach, he must have known that I’d be needing one.
Smoke caused a fresh pair of lungs to gasp and cough like a beginner at the end of a long run.
I pecked the keys abruptly as I added cigarette butts one-by-one to an already filled ashtray.
Which resembled a two toned rainbow of bright red and gold with its backdrop in gray.
I slip my hands into a pair of soft white lace gloves as I walked towards the nightstand.
My fury is softened as I realize that loyalty must be a requirement and not a command.
I opened the drawer to discover two plane tickets to Hawaii, paper clipped to a wad of cash.
A note which read “If you found the earring don’t jump to conclusions and leave in a dash!”
“I need your full trust so I hope and pray that your assumptions don’t lead you to act rash!”
“Oh and about the earring you will find the match to it is located in the purple velvet sash.”
I opened the sash to find an invitation, he wrote, “Please become my wife underneath the sun!”
Now feeling foolish beyond measure, I’m reluctant to read on any further, for I already feel stunned!
He said, “I hope that your search led you to a desired treasure, Please say yes, because World War II may come fast.”
“I need to know that when I return home that you will be my future from a more pleasant and harmonious the past.”
Copyright © Yvonne Clark | Year Posted 2014
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Yvonne Clark Poem
Replenished
Every night I wait for that special moment to arrive.
Where the air is the freshest and the busy noise no thrive.
I take a few deep breathes through the barrier free opened window.
The time has come to release the foils of the day that my mind stow.
Finally alone I can retreat to that mysterious place.
Where my surroundings magically disappear as I stare out into space.
My soul engages itself with things old, new, and that are yet to come.
Feelings of euphoria engulfs me as I know my connection to the universe is one.
I am summoned from my bliss by a moth looking for warmth from the night.
Startled by his grossly exaggerated size as he fluttered in the porch light.
A sign that the downloaded message that source intended was finished.
I am now equipped for another day because I have been replenished.
Copyright © Yvonne Clark | Year Posted 2014
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