When did my fire go out?
The flames sizzle in the pain?
Anger dousing my passion.
The feeling of being a woman...
The wanting you as a man...
Distant memories, fading desires.
Are the embers still there?
Can they be re-lit with care?
I want to want you again.
To kiss your sweet face
To hold you in loves sweet embrace,
But how do I forgive?
How do I gather up the pieces of a broken heart
Shattered and scattered.
And fan smoldering passions dying flame.
Tears threaten again and the hurt is so much
They dampen the still glowing spark.
There is so much to forgive.
Where do I start?
I must begin with my own heart.
Before I can hope to regain passions flame.
Mar 8, 2012
Mar 8, 2012 at 12:55 PM UTC
Open mouth and out fly lies.
Truth is much easier.
Habit perhaps.
Why?
Trust destroyed here.
Truth required to rebuild it.
Just continued deceit,
And repeat.
Tears and heartbreak overwhelm.
Your heart pickled by abuse.
Do I stay?
And cry?
I see the you that once was.
The you I loved.
I want that one back.
Are you gone forever?
Habit that I stay.
Truth that I love you.
Lie that I can’t leave.
Heartbreak.
Dec 13, 2011
Dec 13, 2011 at 12:02 PM UTC
Pain.
You rule my world, my nights, my dreams.
What I wouldn’t give to be without you for a moment;
To be free of your hot grasp for fleeting seconds.
I would sell my soul to be free of you, almost.
It has not come to that point yet, but still….
You have ruined the person I once was,
And stolen the romance away from my life.
The dreams I had for my golden years have been erased.
There will be no second chances now.
Ahead, for me, is only agony.
Which will end when I do.
The question is…when will I fold and make it quicker?
Dec 2, 2011
Dec 2, 2011 at 1:08 PM UTC
The last time I saw you,
Hope shown from your eyes,
A smile lit your face and you were ready.
The last words I heard from your mouth were
“I love you”.
I said them back as the elevator doors were closing.
We smiled at each other and waved goodbye.
When I heard you were gone the next morning
My world stopped for a moment.
There would be no hope for you now.
But also no more pain.
No more suffering.
God had taken you home.
I still miss you so much.
Dec 2, 2011
Dec 2, 2011 at 11:40 AM UTC
It was so hot I was afraid to breathe,
The air so thick, there was nary a breeze.
The sun fried down, trying hard to bake
Our dusty town into a caramel cake.
No birds in the trees, no kids out at play,
Only sound you could hear were the a/c’s that day.
The weathermen gloating about a record high,
Who cares about that when we’re all about to die?
What is that we see? Off in the distance there?
Could it be a cloud on the horizon? Do we dare?
Hope builds as do the clouds in the sky,
Only to crash as the rains go rushing on by.
It is too hot for any rain to fall here.
It gets dried up before it even gets near.
So we continue to sweat, to moan and complain,
And wish for winter, when we will be missing summer again.
Copyright Peggy Montgomery 7/30/2011
Jul 30, 2011
Jul 30, 2011 at 3:35 PM UTC
Ice cream melting too fast,
Can’t even catch the drips.
Twilight squeals of little kids at play
Outside my window.
Sultry summer breezes cooling my skin,
Cool splash of water at the pool.
Sippin’ a Mai Tai in the afternoon shade;
People watching with my man.
Time seems to slow down
Just a tiny bit
As the sun warms the air.
Birds sing. Lawns are mowed.
Summertime.
Livin ain’t easy but life seems
Just a little less frantic when it’s warm.
Jun 3, 2011
Jun 3, 2011 at 9:44 AM UTC
My hero, my heart, in your arms I sigh,
To listen to you breathe, your pure passions heat,
In creamy dreams of sweetness long gone by,
And taste your precious kisses; wild wonder sweet.
To open mine eyes in moons’ silver light
And see your face next to mine in our bed;
I would shower you with love in deep night.
Beautiful warrior; who chose me to wed.
But alas, I lie alone and in tears,
Dreaming of you in my arms through night dark.
For a warrior goes to fight without fear,
Leaving his love pining for his sweet spark.
I will wait forever, in this, my fate.
For you, my hero, my lover, my mate.
copyright 4/25/2011 Peggy Montgomery
Apr 26, 2011
Apr 26, 2011 at 2:49 AM UTC
A mother’s hands cool fevered brows,
Warm little hands when cold winds blow.
A mother’s hands wipe away tears of pain,
And applaud the actions that joy brings.
A mother’s heart grows with each child,
Making room for each new life.
A mother’s heart knows soaring heights,
As well as the most anguished pains of night.
A mother’s smile can show such pride,
Or hide the disappoint from her child.
A mother’s smile is the warmest around.
To bask in one is worth heavens crown.
A mother’s love is a special thing,
Offering acceptance, comfort and peace.
A mother’s love cannot be earned,
Tis’ a love that blooms before a child’s birth.
And when a mother holds her newborn babe,
The love she feels explodes in her heart.
Each mother makes this very same vow.
To protect and love forever whether near or apart.
Happy Mother’s Day to all the Mother’s around the world.
copyright Peggy Montgomery 4/26/11
Apr 26, 2011
Apr 26, 2011 at 2:47 AM UTC
It sings to me
On the dark side of midnight.
The deep, throbbing song
Courses through my veins.
It robs me of sleep
With its hurtful music;
Woven throughout me a
Sadistic opera of pain.
Screeching aria’s fill my
Head with brain-snapping sound,
While the chorus accompanies
With low, deep down thrumming.
Once begun, this opera of horror
Will sing for hours at a time.
No breaks allowed for this
Captive audience of one.
It sings until satisfied
My body won’t be worth a ****
Wrung limp from the awful music
Of the tortuous performance.
Sung to me from the dark side of midnight.
4/1/11 (c) Peggy Montgomery
Apr 1, 2011
Apr 1, 2011 at 5:17 AM UTC
The willow tree with buds of green,
Doves busy building a nest in her branches.
Early in the morning now, the birdsong awakens me.
I think there is a change that will soon be seen.
Newly green blades of grass are trying to grow in the yard.
The lilac bush in the corner there has tiny buds pushing hard.
Wasps, those evil stinging things, have awoken from their stupor,
It’s time to find their hidey hole and get them while it’s cooler.
Soon, everything will be back in bloom,
Mother Nature will don her robe of newly minted colors.
It is time to awaken from our winter blahs,
Spring is replacing winters cold and gloom.
Warm, sunny days and cool, spring nights,
Gentle rains bring forth petal’d delights.
The hills change from brown to green,
Oh, I am so happy that it is Spring!
3/20/2011, Peggy Montgomery
Mar 20, 2011
Mar 20, 2011 at 10:23 AM UTC