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 Apr 2021 Zeljka Clark
Mitch Prax
I miss someone whom
I've never met before - is
there a word for that?

11:38 PM
17/3/21
 Apr 2021 Zeljka Clark
Mitch Prax
If just one
sunflower bloomed
for every time I dreamt of you,
there wouldn't be room
for the thorns
and thistles.
 Aug 2020 Zeljka Clark
ZL
fear
 Aug 2020 Zeljka Clark
ZL
Afraid of the darkness
I hid within.
Afraid of strangers
I became my friend.
Afraid of dying
so I refused to live.
Afraid of ends,
so I refused to start
Afraid of love,
so I broke my own heart.
Forget about the
tarnished pages, tingy blues,
tattered memories, ties severed, a love that died long ago.

Papers stained of sweaty inks, tear scented poetry,
someone lives
between the lines-
you.
Don't let a poet fall for you if you don't want to hear yourself in every scribbled notes she writes.
I played with words
much like I fed the birds

    one morsel here
          another there

then suddenly became aware

they pulled together
     and made sense

have been a player ever since
all poetry is personal
some more than others

to just spread out your private feelings
     in your verse
may not be everyone's delight

but if you choose words
so that the many find their voices
    in your own
you may be lucky
to achieve all poets' dreams

your personal voice
becomes the public
The dog firmly placed his chin upon the old
man's knee, stirring him from sleep in his chair.
The only light in the room coming from the
television screen. The dog's gentle message
being, "Time we go to bed" dear friend.
A ritual event occurring more often now
and most likely tomorrow night again.

As the man slowly stood the dog pranced towards
the door, to go outside and do his required business.
The man also to the bathroom did retire, brushing of
teeth and to attend to his own urgent business.

Six years of twenty four seven companionship had
bonded them forever, each knowing the other as
only best friends or family can, both fully habituated
to the other's needs and routines.

The dog sat upon his own bed, close by to the man's
bed,  patiently waiting as he always did. The man leaned
down and took the dog's face and head into his hands,
forehead to forehead they paused while silent endearing
messages were, like every night, conveyed and mutually
affectionately received. Love as real as any.

The man climbed aboard his own bed, donning his CPAP
mask like a pilot before take off and arranged himself
in his fully-automatic-adjustable bed, then clapped his
hands twice to extinguish the lamp on the bedside table.

"Good night buddy, we'll have some more fun in the
morning." the man murmured, closing his eyes to sleep.

Another day ended as most now do, as will, all their
remaining shared tomorrow's.
You say
life is
meaningless

I say
that’s the only way
you can give it your own
purpose
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