So vivid was my dream
that when I awoke
I was surprised to find a tear,
not your hand,
caressing my cheek.
When I extended my arms
To pull you to me
all I got was an embrace of air –
empty even of your scent
Your lips did not linger on mine
Your eyes did not gaze at me
But yet your memory,
Imbedded in my mind,
was real.
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My blog is not going to include rants about the world and life's wrongdoings. It's probably not going to hold a diary of what's going on in my life. But, what it is going to contain is my poetry. I have been writing it for over 30 years. Some of what I post will be old, and some of it will be recent. You may find you can relate to some of what I write .. if so .. cool. If not, click the X and move on.. I'm open to feedback. Thanks to all of you who have been my inspiration, my muses.
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