exhaustion

these bones are tired

this soul exhausted

a heart weakening

I ran a thousand miles

the car still stalled

it meant nothing

the moon is weeping

stars collect tears

is this my ending?

the sun rises again

I keep on walking

nothing more I can do

what I lost and found

I lost

a piece of joy

when the sun set

as you said goodbye

then

I found

my way back

to that missing bliss

as the sun rose again

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I loved you all my years

I loved you all my years

I thought I made it clear

but you chose another

and now my heart suffers

and despite all my tears

I’m left with my fears

that there is no other

that will bring me wonder

when the mind won't rest

the sane part of her mind

told her to not fret

over the small details –

everything will fall into place

but her sawmill mind gave

her no peace, going over lines

again and again until her patience

was as thin as late winter ice

- Written for dVerse Quadrille #82 - Fretboard of Poetry

questions

will you mark

my heart with

your scent

imprint your kiss

upon my lips

will you push me

to the edge

without letting

me fall down

love me for

my perfections

and all my flaws

across blue seas

I look for your

answers patiently

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far away

I was trying to find my way

back to you or at least back

to something slightly familiar

when far away an interrupted cry

distracted me from making

the same mistakes twice

so I followed that far away

sound and have had no regrets

- Inspired by the line "When far away an interrupted cry" from the poem Acquainted with the Night   by Robert Frost.

his name

his name could bring

a plethora of emotions

to my heart and

melodies to my feet

if only he knew what

sway he had over me

perhaps he would have

taken a chance

to shoot his shot

but we were both

too shy and unable

to name this thing

that stood between us

movie date

she thought it would be

a romantic movie date

but it seemed they

chose the wrong film

she was befuddled

he too enthralled with

dragons, dwarves, hobbits

and elves to notice

but she had to admit

the story was in some

ways quite entertaining

- Written for dVerse Quadrille #81 - Here there be (poem) dragons
Author's Note:  This poem is in no way autobiographical.  I purposely saw  "The Hobbit" trilogy movies (The first movie on DVD and movies 2 and 3 in the theater) and enjoyed them.