My Estranged Dear
Why couldn't we piecemeal the past
The pieces that crashed
Over dinner and a cup of joe
Over the branches that glow
Why did the leaves fall from their limbs
Before the Autumn hymns
Before their time
Our days lost in chime
Why do two hearts sever alone
Confetti tomorrows falling to stone
Why my estranged dear do you dread
A benevolence served over broken bread
A posse of good nature willed
In fall of olive branches milled
To my estranged dears
Collectively over the years
I sat in front of the mirror
Farther away than nearer
Pondering the same sad old song
Of where golden went wrong
Was it being on the ruler of the river
With no catches to deliver
Being next to our campfire
Small flames freezing your heart's desire
Was the heat of the night
Dancing in plight
Were the words I spoke
Just a convoy of smoke
Was it sleeping in the restless tent
Your pent up passion spent
On black bears in others, you see
And not in me
To my estranged dears
My eyes were blind to your fears
I admit with regret
And knowingly I know my debt
Yet I can only wander on the past
In hopes that an ember is cast
A ruler I was not
Though vetted by such for naught

Logan Robertson

8/11/2018

(a cluster of 10w)
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daylight glares...melts shadows
revealing those stilled,
and those living
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puffs of breath
could signify a desire
to still exist
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some breathe erratically
amidst suffocating airs,
fighting,
unwilling to die
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there're those breathing,
but, oblivious of everything,
themselves......deliberately,
forgotten
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senile...scared...lonely
committed to indifferent homes
left languishing
abandoned
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no longer exhaling gratitude
for, they're considered
dead...and...gone    
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what're they thinking,
when they're with that
loneliest faraway look?
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while wilting in confusion...do thoughts
about tomorrow visit them?

....aiming....meaning to defy death?
to again, catch precious breath?
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Sally

© Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan
  July 31,  2018