Were You To Be Gone

Could I carry on
Were you to be gone
I guess I can
But do understand

The skies would be blue
But have no more color
Not driving with you
Would lose all of its wonder

Songs would be noise
Losing all of its joy
Sunshine on Leith
Sounding more like a bleat

A walk through the mill
Would only be Bill
No longer as green
A whole different scene

Those rides to nowhere
Would lose all of its flare
I’d hear no more laughs
For my driving gaffs

Going out to eat
Would just be that
No longer sharing
Just me getting fat

Could I carry on
Were you to be gone
I guess I can
Be a man with no plan

I came back to a bag of clothes on my bed
that you left there for me while I was gone
they looked little and silly, the things;

once mine, then yours
now neither of us want to take credit for what belongs to us

you were giving back what you'd kept hold on to in the most material way you could

thought basically saying in less words than one
"I've made the choice to forget you"

We poets share
Not only our words
But also our hearts and hands

Passionate Creative
with rhythm of music
driving me forward
I've rounded alot of curves
I've taken alot back roads
I got lost a couple times
With my resilient determination
I found my way around the curve
With music keeping me company
This creative journey I've spilled
alot of my poems along the way
Colorful abstracts I do admit
Spiritual some
Fun a few
Daring oh yes
I'm not done yet
There's a long highway ahead
I am not done yet
I hope do my best abstracts
On this last stretch
Keep on Keeping on
My Creative soul
© Jennifer Delong 11/24/18

O! the silent meditating deep green!
To whom you bow your head?
Like a thousand years Yogi!
To whom you bow your head?

Your only color  green attracks!
As you have keep it without regret
The only color green?
You have no desire for others!
You are peace within,
And so too contented.
Show me the way of simplicity.

You keep standstill your legs.
For thousand and thousand days!
I feel boredom to you!
But you smile and teach me the Happiness!
O the Green!
You keep the language of God within.
O the Green!
You bless me the green and forever
I may remain serene.

@Reading... "Ink!"
As I stop to stare.
I see a title where.
I wonder what it means..
I pause from browsing to read.
I see what ink drops bleed.
I decide to click open and proceed.

I read what ink drops bleed.
The brilliant thoughts. emotions, and seeds.
Allowing my thoughts and emotions to feed.
Drip drops I'm reading..
Where black and white words are leading.
Succeeding to the end.
Cleverly where it all soon ends.
I'm left with a vivid mental picture.
As my feelings were captured.
A door I entered.
Reading gives me clarity.
Exploration, I let my fingertips reply.
I comment, like and love.
The title that caught me up above.

Such a beautiful layout, drops of ink spread all out.
This dear ones is what readings all about.
Ink drizzled inks in drops.
Spreading magic, removing doubts,
Let your fingers show you where there, leave some plops.
Let your fingertips drip drop plops.
Give some love where you are reading.
So more drips and drops will be succeeding.
For the love of ink drops please keep on reading.

SelinaSharday Rose@H.E.R