Reblog – Almost

This piece resonates so deeply! Whether feeling a huge loss or missing that favorite person, this brings up so many feelz. :_(

A Faded Romantic's Notebook

If I close my eyes

I can almost

spirit you here

your beauty

your body

your smile

your scent

your heat.

But almost

isn’t anywhere

near here.

.

.

© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

Art by Casey Baugh

Written a couple of years ago. Yet almost is never near enough.

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Reblog – I Still Feel You by Renee

Oof! This one hits you right in the heart! It feels like a great loss, an aching memory, or the thrill of newfound love. Such intensity! Enjoy!

House of Heart

I feel you

at the razor edge of madness

in the fierce break of waves along

the sea line

a half moon fading at dawn

in shifting shadows of endings.

I feel you in the sweet froth

and flow of memory.

In dark eyes that catch mine in

musty corridors of dreams

I see you

in the wild of wolves

the vigil of birds at my midnight window.

I sense you in sacred passages

where like phantoms we are lost.

art by Karol Bak

Karol Bak kneeling

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Reblog – No take-back my dear friend. by John Coyote

That last line says it all.

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No take-backs my dear friend.


Young man in the dark tavern told the bar Poet. I broke a woman heart and I spoke cold and heartless words . I should have never said. The bar word-man told him. My friend, no take-backs in a life. Every action or deed done. Written and tattoo on the heart and skin. You could beg for forgiveness and maybe? She would accept you back. Will she forgive you. I don’t know?

The man asked. What should I do? Run away or run back to her. The poet remembered. He been a run away man for 36 years and he told him. I escaped from the warmth of love and today. I wished I begged for mercy. Maybe the sweet lady I loved would forgive me? If I could. I would be kind to her forever and a-day. Too late for me my friend.

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A Hollow Existence

it took a global pandemic
for us to realize
the yin-yang of touch
and precision distancing

in these covid times
the good is the benefit we receive from hugs
the bad, this illness’ consequence
yet we still crave the magic of being held

Image credit; 五玄土 ORIENTO – Unsplash

#Whatdoyousee

My Angel

memories are a bitch
bubbling up
from depths
mourned long ago
tears falling
without consequence
my friend, you are missed

 

I was in my early 20s when I lost my good friend, Jerry Angeline, in a vehicle accident. His death impacted me deeply. This was our song and what triggered a flood of memories recently. It still hurts.

Reblog – Reason !

I ache every time I read this! Who hasn’t felt these feelings at least once in their lifetime? Whether torn apart by tragedy or at the end of what was once great, a loss is a powerful feeling not easily overcome. This piece definitely hit home for me.

Themoonlightreverie

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Those clouds of passion that once 
came crashing across my face
and that love drenched rain
dressing my body with glitter
where fires flared from friction
along the trail your lips traced

on those chilly winter mornings
where our fingers found shelter
in the spaces between
where now these spaces seem so spacious
yet my fingers still linger 
on your fragrance.

And here am I
the only audience to your absence
trying to hold on to your warmth
yet unable to survive
for I miss my reason to exist
the anticipation of your kiss.

-THEMOONLIGHTREVERIE

Photo by Joe Yates on Unsplash

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