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chirp is the word
for the sound it makes

most say it sings
while for others  

it spills the beans
we claw and peck for meaning

a few call themselves poets
everyone fights

for freedom

it flies


Whit Howland © 2020
An abstract word painting. An original
 Jul 2020 The Gray Wolf
HaleyBoo
The hardest thing I’ve ever had to do?

It wasn’t letting you go.

That was difficult though, to swallow my pride and wear a smile to hide the fact I’m not okay.

Oh no, the hardest thing I’ve ever had to do? Was finally admit to myself the truth.

It was admitting that you were never mine to begin with.
I was running on empty,
craving your energy,
wanting to be your
affection and selection,
your perfection,
feeling protected
by your large
and powerful kingdom.
I wanted your loving
goodnight kisses
spin me around
in the warm
and refreshing wind,
take me to your
peerless and verdant paradise.
You seemed to be
what I was missing
in my life,
the perfect foundation
of a beautiful and entrancing
love that made me
feel half crazy,
unable to keep
my composure,
my psyche
all messed up,
cloudy, confused,
lovesickness
creating nauseousness.
I couldn’t even eat or sleep
without you interrupting
my subconsciousness
with your fine-featured frame.
You were my weakness,
a truly magnificent masterpiece,
well-designed, unequaled,
aligned with the universe.
You spoke with such intelligence,
such depth that set you
far apart from the rest.
I tried to block you from my thoughts,
but you just kept coming
back to me,
convincing me
that you were the one.
You were way out
of my league,
but I still dreamed
of pursuing you,
being with you,
feeling our worlds unite
and rise out of sight.
It’s amazing how you
embodied everything
that was soothing,
spectacular, and spellbinding.
You were the one
I had been searching
for my entire life.
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