Poetry Tuesday



I  looked into your eyes and saw what I thought we was both seeing and  that is me for you and you for me and kids and fun and a passel of puppies, or guppies or whatever it was that would make us a family. Yet in the end you said you couldn’t see how it could work. How sightless a traitors’ eyes.

I moved into your embrace and felt what I thought you felt and that was a connection like no other with a hint at the forever and truth laced with promises or something that would protect me from a life without you. Yet in the end you said you and your arms were tired of trying to reach me, its just more miles than you willing to drive. How futile a traitors’ embrace.

I  heard my heart speaking to yours and what I thought I heard yours reply was you my woman now and if you aint, you gonna be, and don’t worry cause I’m serious like a myocardial infarction, but then  you  stopped answering my phone calls and started ducking and hiding when you saw me coming. How silent a traitors’ heart.

I kissed your lips and what I thought I tasted was you singing a song that was a duet made for just us with lyrics that bounced off the sides of my teeth and ran down to my innermost, but, then you said you couldn’t name that tune, and that wasn’t your kind of music anyway. How useless a traitors lips.

 Eyes and arms and lips and heart,

Cadaverous pieces that speak from the grave of my broken heart

If only the traitor in me could forget.

copyright @dbw 2013



Happy boomer gal ( read smart, feisty, quirky, adventuresome, funny, sassy woman of a certain generation) willing to share my journey and advice with anyone who would not repeat my mistakes. Happy to fully disclose the joys and pitfalls of love at any age, the desire to age well, and the joys inherent in every day. Utilizing poetry, photography, and whatever creative entity that would bring a smile to a hurting heart. Author, wife, mother, sister, daughter, friend, humanitarian, exhorter, educator, activist, student, Christ-follower, adventure seeker, pharmacist. Hoping to give all and use all I am for the good of others. Come along. The journey may be difficult, but, it will always be an interesting adventure!

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