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Oct 2023 · 91
You
Sam Oct 2023
You
I read my words again today and found I had you there all along.
In all my hurt you were the hope.
In all my healing yours was the hand I held.
Feb 2023 · 155
We
Sam Feb 2023
We
We all become poetry
A tattered quilt in the warm evening sun
We all become love songs
An alluring waltz on an old wooden dance floor
We all become stories
A cozy cup of tea on a long rainy night
Oct 2020 · 141
Red Thread
Sam Oct 2020
This red thread is tattered and torn.
It is faded and stained for all the time worn.
A simple reminder of our love sworn.

I should take it off but I find I am unable.
Clinging to a timeless fable.
Oct 2018 · 274
Untitled
Sam Oct 2018
When she thought she was falling in love with the moon she was really falling in love with herself
Apr 2016 · 345
Hungry
Sam Apr 2016
Oh, how easily we are filled when we come to the table hungry.
Mar 2016 · 384
...
Sam Mar 2016
...
I saw a rabbit in an overcoat in the woods

I wonder if he is one of your discarded playthings as well
Mar 2016 · 386
6:18
Sam Mar 2016
The fog lies gently on the water
Gracefully dissipating...

Weaving hope into the briefest moment.
Beyond the fog lies clarity.~anynomous
Mar 2016 · 391
This...
Sam Mar 2016
You heard everything I said in silence...
I'm once again speechless.
Mar 2016 · 425
Aide-memoire
Sam Mar 2016
I left your lipstick stained cup on the counter-
A bittersweet reminder you were here.
Mar 2016 · 373
Productive
Sam Mar 2016
My pens glides across the page
Keeping time to the music...

an uninhibited dance.
Mar 2016 · 399
Taking pause
Sam Mar 2016
...easy playing on the radio
Rolling down the window--her hand dancing with the resistance of the wind.
Taking in the bluest sky and billowy white clouds...
Tiny daffodils peeking through...
All taking her back to a simpler time

Oh how she wished she was going home...
Mar 2016 · 271
Untitled
Sam Mar 2016
Seeing there was more to her story, she pressed in
Content to stay back and wait for it to unfold
Knowing there was glory under the chaos

---and by allowing her to be
She allowed her to arrive.
For all wonderful whitty wild women who are my tribe...
Mar 2016 · 595
Release
Sam Mar 2016
...a gentle wind rustles through the trees, bringing a slight shift in her perspective
...maybe her heart wasn't so hardened.

...the dull hum of the distant traffic bringing her to focus,
...maybe there was a bit of wild still left in her

She breaths in deep and steps softly into liberation.
Mar 2016 · 330
A new day
Sam Mar 2016
I no longer bleed when you stab me...

I think I'll use this dull knife to cut your puppet strings....
Mar 2016 · 526
Early morning solitude
Sam Mar 2016
The fog lay dancing on the water, hiding the horizon
Resembling a brief encounter with an old friend
The sun's rays rest gently on the shore like a fleeting romance
Just as your words press easy on my heart, relishing the reminder of finer days.
Holding the moment...the memory..
Mar 2016 · 352
Too soon
Sam Mar 2016
The tulip tree bloomed early                            
Having taken in its fill of the incessant rain
Proudly it stands, in its fleeting glory
Withering before its time...

Oh, how do we bloom too soon as well
Spring is coming...
Mar 2016 · 633
Untitled
Sam Mar 2016
Time has a fickle heart...I left my memories with her thinking I could return and pick them up but they were fleeting moments she took them with her and I am left with empty pages.

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