she’s looking for pain
that pulsates in the darkest hour,
I am not on call, I cannot
rush to her aid, but I long
to be her fulfillment, however,
she says my search for happiness
scares her.
I find myself in a riddle, mixed
within markers that bypass a selected
territory. I carry my weight in pain
on my shoulders, eager to take
a chance on this woman who
counts clouds backwards and chews cinnamon flavored gum.
little pet peeves of mine, swept
under the rug, avoided like
the elephant in the room.
she braces herself for sunlight that has been tapping on her eyelids for decades, begging for entry.
there is no safe passage.
she has boarded up her
fragile heart and I collect
salty tears from the edge of
her lids, cup them in my
soul, and pray for forgiveness.
I am not the bluest.
I can only give her part-time
sadness and this… this
scares her.
I collect
salty tears from the edge of
her lids, cup them in my
soul, and pray for forgiveness.
Beautiful, Tre. I hope you find what you are looking for. As for the writing, it is exceptionally layered and moving.
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Thank you, Lisa. Really, on most days, I am just writing. At this point, I am probably sincerely afraid of being in a relationship. It’s been years. Lol.
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Damn, Tre. Just… damn!
You know what I mean! You just have a way… an amazing way…
Wow… just… wow.
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Peace, Barry. Thank you so much. This means a lot to me. *big hugs*
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Tre, this is an emotionally complex piece with such vivid images. You’re the queen of bittersweetness!
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It is one that is a bit of a treasure for me, Mags. Thank you for your words here about it. *big hugs*
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((((HUGS))))
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I love this trE. There is obviously a lot of self in this, a little uncertainty, a lot of hope. Well done.
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Thank you, Peter. I was hoping that it’d be taken as a “hopeful” piece. I appreciate your words.
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Powerful write!
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Thank you!
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I find myself in a riddle, mixed
within markers that bypass a selected
territory. I carry my weight in pain
on my shoulders, eager to take
a chance on this woman who
counts clouds backwards and chews cinnamon flavored gum.
little pet peeves of mine, swept
under the rug, avoided like
the elephant in the room.
You are a master and have woven this beautifully. And I sit and ponder how to count clouds backwards…pondering is good. Peace and blessings and a good day. K
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Thank you, Kim! Happy Friday! *big hugs* š
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