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 Aug 2015 Morgan Leigh
stuck
poetry
 Aug 2015 Morgan Leigh
stuck
i used to think poetry was alliteration,
assonance, rhyme and rhythm
literary devices like onomatopoeia

but then i found the number of people
who wrote poetry about love
hurt, pain, brokenness
numbness

then i realised
poetry was simply being touched by you
being cut up and forced
to live with bleeding wrists and
a bleeding heart

the blood left on the sheets
that's what poems are made of
 Aug 2015 Morgan Leigh
wordvango
so many bodies

in Spartacus' wake,
   his body never found
the historians say,
  six thousand men
crucified a horde of others
   dead, all along the banks
of the river Sale,
   in the High Sele Valley,
Nowhere was he found.
   His life a myth now.
His purpose also, a question mark,
    what his intent was ,
whether he tried to free enslaved people,
    or escape with his hoard into Gaul. His mission
and mistakes paint a vision..
 Aug 2015 Morgan Leigh
PrttyBrd
Your beautiful soul deserves
so much more
than my shadows
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10w
 Aug 2015 Morgan Leigh
A Lopez
Surrender to me
Man of my sleep
Surrender to me
My hand will you keep.
Surrender to me
Surrender a kiss
Surrender to me
You man of fists
Surrender to me
No need to fight
Come surrender to me
Take me tonight .
 Aug 2015 Morgan Leigh
SE Reimer
~

where clear blue sky meets water's deep
his sunbeams reach her waves to tease,
to warm her currents, foaming spray;
dawn to dusk when daylight fades,
till only afterglow remains,
an interlude of celestial stage.

he speaks to her on written sky
and in the mournful sea-bird's cry,
wraps sultry ribbons in her tresses,
his fingers linger in caresses,
and in soothing choreography
he gently stirs her ocean's breeze.

he sends her gifts of palm and dates,
wrapped on waves in salty sprays;
watches her with much delight,
he sings to her each eventide,
love songs with the calling gull,
and rocks her tween the gusts and lulls.

wedded at horizon’s edge,
devotion to her he has pledged,
to have forever and to hold,
his comfort to her storm-tossed soul;
his tender kiss on tear-stained cheek,
where clear blue sky meets water's deep.

~

post script.

when one gazes
into the vastness
of sea and sky,
of what is from
height to depth
an endless blue,
one cannot but think
of eternal devotion,
of the relationship
between two who have
pledged their forever troth!


as i wonder from what recesses
this one came, i remember…
our 36th wedding anniversary
is fast approaching...
i’ve been thinking of what to gift her
that will make her cry anew.


**thank you to Hello Poetry for
the tremendous honor bestowed
with their designation of this poem as the daily
and to all who have expressed their heartfelt
love and appreciation... your message
came through loud and clear...
there can be no denying it,
i am an incredibly blessed man
because of each of you!  
thank you, truly,
from the bottom of my heart!

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