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Saturday, June 13, 2015

I Love You Still

I am sorry.
I cannot be There,
where You'd like me to...
the way I used to be.
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It's a painful process....
when you think of me,
I think of you
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When you yearn to feel me near,
the pain shared -
I endure.
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the form to cure:
to write and call...
Call or write.
I am always here.
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-- 13Jun2015, C.N.

Iron? Knot! Sew! (Irony? Not So!)

She felt the noose around her neck
wanting to tighten
She felt that noose around her neck
trying to tighten
She'd reach for it
when it wasn't there
She'd assimilate tightening it
and nothing hurt
But why did that noose insist?
Why did it persist?
In choking her so....
so... she sews
threading through needles
to mend and sew...
So!
She mends and sews...
threading little needles
she mends and sews!
Mending, colors blending
the mind no longer bending
threads manipulated
folded and bending
through the eye of Silver...
Mending, colors bending
the mind tried and bending
hindering Knot
knots
kinks
and ties
in the Mind!
Thoughts had twisted
morbid feelings misting...
No, no, no, no more!
Why Not?
SHE FOUGHT!
sew, so
she threaded and mended....
so so
the colors healing
and harmonized....
noose around neck
was sent to heck...
dissintigrating to dust
feeling no morbid lust...
dissintigrating to dust
desert sand between her toes...
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- Chevalterre Nabil
13 JUNE 2015