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Mindful of cadence and rhythm and rhyme, She wrote poetry Exclusively for The One. Her turns of phrase and praise homed in. After proper humility and gratitude, She explained her needs Before invoking strength, absolution, guidance or solution. She wrote poetry. For God. To God. With Him, She was most intimate. Wherein lies the value Of your focused energy? Will it bring joy, peace, love? Serenity? Will it improve the life of a child? Enlighten the beguiled? Soothe the wild? Will it offer civility or increase good will? If not, Why Are you So Focused? Again. Jangled. Rankled. Out of sync. Out of sorts. Viewing the world Through lenses of distortion; Feeling feelings One cannot explain. Questioning thoughts, relationships, motives, decisions. Is this what it’s like to be insane? How to re-contain? Maintain? Stop the pain? Again? Early 1980′s. *** Dollar bills in a large manila envelope Marked ‘Entertainment’ Added up to a dinner out. *** Coupons clipped Met the grocery budget. *** Dented, dinged or damaged. They worked. We could afford them. *** Fifteen bucks a week Paid for lunch, gas & incidentals. *** Saving for Christmas $10 at a time. *** Date Night = Dairy Queen. *** We created a team, Relied on one another. What a wonderful way to start out. Diminished? No. The passion born at 17 & 18 continues still. It is different. More tolerant, patient, less emergent. The heart’s swell prompted by conversation, Attitude, And angle, As much as bodily beauty and the scent of cologne mixed with yours. Memories and fulfilled expectations create an ambiance Of romance, companionship, fun. We’ve aged together, Created a partnership ebbing and flowing and moving with the current Rage or fad or challenge. Always, Love’s longevity keeps us afloat. |
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