Embers in the ashes
fire that lights up her eye lashes
I've seen it all before
when once upon a fancied time ago
she promised that
she loved me so
and I believed.

Oh firelight how you deceived me
left me drowning
cold
defeated.
I who greeted you like a trusted friend
for you to send me far away
I rue the day we met.

I should have wrapped my soul around a totem pole
and danced with chiefs and braves
gone to fight the cavalry
but look at me
broken on a broken lance
Romance?
shove it in a pipe and smoke it
it doesn't last
so you can keep it.

Just embers,
I remember raging fires
that danced in the moonlight
sometimes for all night.
Now,
like me they're cold and grey
it is another day
to drag
on a smoking ***
in the
dustbowl.

She doesn't sleep when he's not by her side
But he doesn't sleep with her either.
And when they lie side by side,
She can no longer phantom the thoughts inside his head,
Like she used to be able to do.

"What are you thinking?"
"Nothing."
She moves to kiss him
He turns over to sleep.
And her heart contracts within her chest.

In the morning she wakes early and makes them breakfast,
"I'm not hungry." is all he says.
And her intestines dissolve to a paste.

He leaves for work,
And she's so sad to see him go,
She watches from the window as the car pulls out the drive.

And now she goes about her day,
Squished up heart and mushed up gut.
She cleans the house for him
Makes his bed
Folds his laundry
Gets meat out of the fridge for dinner,

Then collapses in a heap to cry,
When she finds his wedding ring
hidden in the bed side cabinet drawer.

I just want to share my old works. If you like to read one, please just copy the link and paste it on the new tab. Thank you so much. :)

1.) *"True Love " http://hellopoetry.com/poem/true-love-haiku/

2.) "The Wake Up Call" http://hellopoetry.com/poem/the-wake-up-call-haiku/

3.) "Memories" http://hellopoetry.com/poem/memories-haiku/

4.) "A Lover's Promise" http://hellopoetry.com/poem/a-lovers-promise-haiku/

5.) "Give Me Some Scents" http://hellopoetry.com/poem/give-me-some-scents-haiku/

6.) "Subject: I Love You" http://hellopoetry.com/poem/subject-i-love-you-haiku/

7.) "I Asked Poetry Again" http://hellopoetry.com/poem/i-asked-poetry-again-haiku/


*~Will you please tell me which is the best?~

Do not stand at my grave and weep..
I am not there. I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow,
I am the diamond glints on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain,
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awake in the morning's hush
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft star-shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry..
I am not there. I did not die.

The frustration you get
When you wake up in the middle of the night
And can't fall back to sleep.

You look at the clock,
Hoping,
It'll soon be time to get up.
But then you realize
It's not even near that time.

It's like the sun knows when you're awake and,
Just to be a ******,
Takes its time coming up.

So you lie there...
Trying to get some rest.
You squirm and change positions,
But still...
Nothing happens.

You begin to think about
Your life,
Your future,
The world,
Everything...

Then, all the bad thoughts become worse.
You think...
Maybe something might happen,
Or something may already have happened.

You try harder to fall asleep,
But you can't stop.
Can't stop thinking.
And you feel...
Upset...
Overwhelmed...
And you can do nothing
to stop all the horrible thoughts from coming through.

Then you're at the stage where now,
Your thoughts aren't coming in patterns anymore.
They scatter...
Like a nebula.

So you lie there.
You've given up.
You feel hopeless...
Like no one could ever help you.
So you just wait...
Wait for everything to be over.

He barely remembers Verdun and then when that was done
it was Passchendale
but now old and frail on a walking frame
with a gammy leg full of cold shrapnel
from the hell
of the bravery
in the war to end all slavery.

He moves slowly along the top of the cliff
leg quite stiff in the stiffening breeze.
And the falling stars
those medals with bars upon his lapel
another reminder
from the long ago hell.

He hears the pipers
fears the snipers but they've all gone
somewhere on the Somme.

Lulled into some false sense of serenity
I took my eyes off him and didn't see
him go over the top
Pulled away
and then he rose and went marching off across the morning bay
to meet his friends
(from a friends battalion,somewhere up Wigan way)
I watched them as they knelt to pray
and then go off into yesterday
to fight a war
and win their
peace.

Their not broken
I'll take those glasses from your head
Cleaning them with my breath and a soft cloth
The smudges disappear easily
When we reminisce  

With eyes clear you can see it all again
And what lies ahead is sunny once more