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Stepping out from under its shadow,
basking in the light

Morning returns what yesterday stole
—memory taking flight

(Kayenta Arizona: September, 2021)
 Sep 2021 rose hopkins
monue
scars
 Sep 2021 rose hopkins
monue
I traced every scar you have,
With the touch of my lips.
Not wanting to disconnect,
Even for just one bit.

And I stay there,
While you tell me the story behind them.
Making me love them more,
Making me love you the most.

They are not just scars,
But bits of the many stories of your life.
Without them,
You won't be here and mine.
 Sep 2021 rose hopkins
Maddy
Once you drink from it
Digest it
Live within it and around it
One fine precious day you wake to find it is not you
You bid it and the person that is a fond farewell
Set yourself free
No matter how hard that is
Even if you love them unconditionally
You know what to look for the next
Toxic Tonic comes to call

C@rainbowchaser2021
 Sep 2021 rose hopkins
Maddy
Dreams
 Sep 2021 rose hopkins
Maddy
Crying in the night
No tears just bad dreams that awaken partners
Better that you wake and not remember
Even though deep down and inside you do
For you accidentally hit your partner in your sleep
Sometimes you don't let go
You just keep it in a place that only comes to light in your dreams or nightmares
Pleasant dreams

C@rainbowchaser2021
 Sep 2021 rose hopkins
Maddy
Dream in words and lines
They marinate
Black and white
Colors unimagined or named
The words awaken us and accomplish their feat
Do we dream verses?
Do they talk with us as if to say Write me down?
Record me
Take me to a higher level
Your fault if you forget
Sculpt me and find a fresh new way with me
My forever friend
Somehow you will accompany me now and forever more
So it goes and continues
Anatomy of a poem

c@rainbowchaser2021
I’ve raised the bar on expectations
I’m carving out my niche
I have so much more to learn
But some things I can teach
It’s the discovery of my wisdom
And the changes that come with age
It’s the tempering of my fire
And the suppression of my rage
My uncontrollable desire
To turn another page
In the book of life
Where nothing stays the same
And the only thing left to do
Is to welcome in the change
My old blue veins
are a map to a lover
bleeding past stains
still left to discover.
Tomorrow never comes.
I am yesterday's news.
We were the only ones.
I sing yesterday's blues.
I drink the bitter wine
I cry such bitter tears
for lost chances in time,
but laughed for years!
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