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 Feb 2023 Eloisa
Thomas W Case
It's been five years, but
I still miss her.
Home was in
her arms.
That brown hair and
those blue eyes still
dance through my
dreams.
Everyday was
Valentines Day when
we were together.
She's always in my
heart, but the
sky calls;
time doesn't
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_3mjQqmUguo
I did a poetry reading from my friend's boat the other day.  Here's a link.
 Feb 2023 Eloisa
Lawrence Hall
Lawrence Hall
Mhall46184@aol.com
Poeticdrivel.blogspot.com
Logosophiamag.c­om
Hellopoetry.com
Fellowshipandfairydust.com

                           Dreams Blown Apart at 60,000 Feet

Spiraling down from the empyrean blue
Like a gutter-flung cigarette stub
Or a vapor trail over winter fields
Dreams blown apart at 60,000 feet

A spy balloon cannot compete with love
In its ascent to impossible heights
An unexpected launch
                                                                          a sudden death
A fallen mystery lost among the ice

That brief encounter in the turn of a dance
Shot down with only her disapproving glance
see
when I was young
the old people were respected
most if not all of them
born into the Victorian age
and they had wisdom by the
bucketful which hung weekly
on the washing lines,

my Nan knew those times
some were dark times
bomb bursts on the front line,
times
but mostly
her younger times
full of joy,

Grandad then was only a boy
met Nan and more joy,
my
Dad and his siblings came later
 Feb 2023 Eloisa
Anais Vionet
I miss the open highway
I’m besotted with quick getaways.
What other sensation can compare
to pulling G’s with wind-whipped hair?

When my foot’s on the throttle,
I feel unstoppable.
Faster, faster, no faster,
that’s the rush I’m after.

Where are we going?
There’s just no knowing,
and no matter where we roam,
the GPS will get us home.

One thing was guaranteed,
the speed limit would be exceeded.
I adored the wide open straightaways
and the feeling of a racing-day at Marseilles.

I remember in the Appalachian mountains
the plunging, snake-like, winding canyons
as the speedometer edged past ninety
how my escort, Charles, would glare at me.

I’d let off - a little - and laugh, I mean,
isn’t freedom the American dream?
To hear the growl of a V8 motor,
as it turns rural-roads into roller coasters.
BLT Marriam Webster word of the day challenge: Besotted: “loving something so much you can’t think clearly.”
 Feb 2023 Eloisa
ymmiJ
eyes peer into souls
nowhere inside is hidden
whos' observing who
 Feb 2023 Eloisa
Infamous one
S74
 Feb 2023 Eloisa
Infamous one
S74
Seeing the world through yellow eyes
Losing weight too rapid
Not losing faith staying strong
Trying to remain in control
Losing a grip on reality
Things went bad but better now
Skin looking orange remaining humble
All the things you want to do
Before it's too late fighting till the end
Don't let others dictate your fate
Analyzed every scenario possible
Doesn't matter just be in the moment
Doing it makes possibilities
Take a risk and chance on yourself
With or without support chase the dream
Keep progressing the heart filled with joy
Don't let it become cold as stone
A free thinker not imprisoned by old traditions
Modern day ideals are road block
Will not corrupt your genuineness
we were friends’

more than that with promises that faded into silence.

i woke this morning the same
So
because
there's always a so.

You think
you're charging your phone
when in fact
your phone's charging you.
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