The Lovesick Sea

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Lovesick Sea

My heart knew you before
I began to feel the grip of time,
before the world rolled out
to meet me like a red carpet,
before I knew what it was
to be brokenhearted.

My heart knew you long before
you stepped through the winter doorway
tossing me on the love sick sea.

Even before that, my heart knew you
like the first blossom of the first spring
and knew you would be in every blossom after that wherever I go humming

The title poem form my 9th e-book of love poems in the Valentine’s Day series. For a limited time you can grab a free copy at the link belowby entering code THECURE in the discoult field on checkout::

I was lost in the ocean
of your eyes; lost in an ache
I can’t control and
I will not forsake.

If ever I’ve had occasion to pray,
this is it. I’m not yet on my knees,
but now that I am in the grip of time,
I am hungry for everything you teach me
about loving and letting go

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The Coaster

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The Coaster

What might it be like to converse, poetically, with the things in your home? You brouight them into your world for some reason and they hold memories and stories of their own. Here is the result of my conversation with a coaster teaching me that we weigh our moments, our experiences, our things on scales of importance while a deeper part of us swims in the immeasurable, at home in the sea sway of life.

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Blemish

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Blemish

Most of us have been shamed at some point along the way. Shame is a powerful social mechanism because we all have a deep need for belonging. Although shame can keep us humble, it often turns into an inner tyrant that can run roughshod over us diminishing and defeating us. This poem celebrates the times when shame loses its grip and, if it comes, it simply flows through us as does any other passing thought or emotion. Then we can let our changing thoughts and feelings become notes in the music of our lives.

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Someday

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Someday

This poem has been hanging around in my drafts since I published The Song of Falling Stars back win February. It seemed appropriate to post it now that we are in the confines of home-stay and the longing to be free in the world is cracking us open. Whose hand do you long to feel in yours again? What if this time were a chance to unbreak our broken hearts, to reclaim our innocent eyes and look again at those we love with fresh eyes?

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