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 May 2020 Ileana Amara
putiira
The only thing of value you’ve ever owned is now
and you keep trading it for the nothingness of yesterday
or the emptiness of tomorrow
I've had you
But I will never have you
The door always slammed shut
On your way out in the morning

You will never possess me
But your presence possesses me
Every lonely night
As I stare blankly out the window

You said we'd be together
Forever
But we only exist now
In a place called 'never'
"Every rose has its thorns"
Free will always plays a part, for better or worse, in relationships
careful as you tread your path
of thistlewood and vines
for paths are steep, and air is thin
as you reach beyond your time
an empty pack, an empty bottle
no remnants left of wine
we ate the meat and ate the bread
we're left to dine on rinds
from the earth, into the earth
there's an end to every line
a poolside view as you fade away
we're all just doing fine
Existentialist viewpoints are a pain in the ***.  Especially when you can't shake them on a lovely Tuesday morning.
you
be it happy or sad,
filled with anger or despair,
I always think on you awhile

and I can't help but write you in
every written verse of mine-
flourished with your smile
This poem is about my daughter.  Although my poetry seems to skirt the edges of despair and madness more often than not, she is the person that gives me the courage to share these thoughts with the world.
 May 2020 Ileana Amara
Dustin
The nightingale’s song,
is a melody of love and longing,
however the notes plead a sign or warning.

The loving nightingale sings before mating,
and just the same when a storm is coming.

After the violent and raging storm,
the sun shines ever so warm.

The gentle bird then preens his small wings
searching for his lost lover, hoping she’ll hear him sing.
For BLT’s word of the day challenge “preen”
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