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On Water’s Edge – Poem JK.Leahy©
We sat on water’s edge in silence
Crystal stream trickled and meandered, thirsting for sea salt in the wide ocean while we sat numbed and immersed in our own murky feelings
Unspoken was the truth tangled in our thoughts, so it captured pure silence, a tension like knotted threads
We were almost our real selves; caught in a delicate pause like dandelion in a still breeze, but who would own up?
Mine was she – brave, open and shy and his was him – awkward, tough, and yet vulnerable. Unwinding threads, already knotted
The timing was perfect, but words failed to arrive on time. Perhaps lost in the forest or evaporated into thin air, spoken words had left us
And once more the breeze passed, springing every dried leaf into living cartwheels, as if warning us to open up
With the debris our true feelings escaped, gone! The truth remained in its secret place, untouched, and settling to collect dust once more
Futile words jumped out of our mouths like aliens in rehearsed scenarios and ritual conversations
Soon, we were no longer afraid; once we leave this water’s edge, we will be other people again
Soaking Hearts with the Night – Love Poem
JK.Leahy©
We soaked our heart in the night.
Oblivious to time and weather,
we shared the tea of love.
By the firelight, where winds engulfed our embrace,
mushrooms glowed, transcending our emotions.
And like heart-beat, the fireflies echoed the rhythm.
Long and steady, into the morning light;
letting the moon slip by, and the shadows dissolve.
When we let our words melt into nothingness, our bodies
rushed to the voice of our desires.
I turned 50 a few days ago and I got asked how I felt and what were my plans etc. I have had a good life so far. To be honest, I felt nothing different physically nor mentally. My present goal is to publish my memoir and a book of short stories. I also want my boys to complete university and do what they love.
When I look back at it, I have led a life that has not been ordinary and I am so grateful for many things. One thing worth mentioning is that I do know now as I have grown older, life is not complete without love. Every human craves love and nothing can replace love. I treasure the love in bonds I have with my sons and my family and friends. My belief in love came from those who loved me and the ones who continue to love me. Every human deserves to be loved.
I am a ‘closet poet’ that writes love poems sometimes. I was asked recently if I could write poetry (and I guess I can) and if I had any. I have never been taught, but I love to read poems and I have written a few as gifts over the past decades for friends and family. I believe poetry is one great way to express love. Lucky for those men I have loved and written free poems for, I hope they still appreciate the verses, even if they don’t want to remember…
Here is one such collection of lines which you may call poetry if you wish to. I am happy for my blogger friends and the real poets out there to critique me.
(JLeahy copyright)
New Love
A mess of feelings
Soft strings twisted and tangled
Intoxication
A lore to be unfold soon
Waiting, yearning the unknown
Once for-warned heart dazed
Consumed in immense chaos
Riddled with beauty
Warmed and rendered with lightness
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