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a broken heart sinks and the disappearing dream blinks

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hello to yesterday;

wake up and say good morning

work days ways;

gentle was the night –

when the moon shone bright!

these bouquets of flowers

aren’t gonna rebuild what was torn down/

break apart

concrete driveways

and pea gravel pathways;

i wont

because you did

i wont

because we broke

maybe

maybe i just didn’t

put the “and” between

you and me

//

it’s been awhile

but nothing really has changed

broken heart sinks and the disappearing dream blinks

the sharp shattering of a soul full of hope;

and yet i still stand

//

maybe

ill wake in the morning,

stretch and yawn.

shave my face till the dream cuts and bleeds out

//

ill shower and let the hot water wash away the work day

dry myself off and sit naked on the couch;

putting the gun in my mouth

and let all the thoughts and memories splatter onto the wall

//

if you ever wonder where i am

don’t ever think twice

i’ll be gone but here hiding

i’ll be here, still thinking of you

i’m here, still thinking about you

//

hello to yesterday

wake up and say good morning

work days ways;

gentle was the night –

when the moon shone bright

these bouquets of flowers

aren’t gonna rebuild what was torn down

break apart

concrete driveways

and pea gravel pathways;

i wont

because you did

i wont

because we broke

maybe

maybe i just didn’t

2017  bgw

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painted and burned

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unforgotten memories

painted and burned;

in these words

there you live.

read on!,

knowing that you are these!

when a past drinks up the present,

the daydreams finds itself

flirting with an uncharted future.

unforgotten memories

typed up and dusted off;

in these words

there you live.

letter by letter,

words forming

painting memories.

sentence by sentence

verse by verse

emotion pouring forth!

find me

on the other side of the paper

with unforgotten memories

painted and burned;

in these words

there you live in my mind.

c. 2017 bgw

moonlit poem

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….when the waves crash ashore,

as the sun sets silently underground;

her voice sung in moonlight glow!

her soul bright as the stars

shone in awe

and sunk somewhere between my heart and mind.

when the waves crash ashore

as the sun sets silently underground

part of me dies in the sun setting

and yet born again within the mornings glory.

architect of words

i build upon the foundation

of her structure; i dwell!

when the waves crash ashore,

as the sun sets silently underground;

her voice sung in moonlight glow!

her soul bright as the stars

shone in awe

and drowns

somewhere between my heart and mind…..

c. 2016 bgw

where the memory stings somewhere between you and me

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between the thin glass,

candlelight flickers

and monstrous dreams seep between red wine sips.

reminiscing through kept images of a popped up memory,

songs dance with a deep emotion in the present.

the warmth of the Christmas dressed fireplace,

the crackling fire spews and pops sparks;

a memory walked into the neighborhood

and found a cul-de-sac roundabout of a snow covered past.

memories drove around

and made tracks in the snow.

my eyes trace the falling flakes

from the softly gently frosting window viewed.

the Canadian highway ran through my mind

as the heartland’s frost falls heavy on the silo’s hibernation.

guilt and honesty

never knew each other well

but i found myself between the two.

honesty drank until the guilt awoke;

guilt was blind when honesty never showed.

:kisses rose in the sunlight:

and haunted my soul under a polarized moon.

 ice crystals fall

and drips itself over the icicles hanging a distant memory.

somewhere between you and me

self-inflicted pain

took off in an unmanned plane;

somewhere between you and me.

between the thin glass,

candlelight flickers

and monstrous illusions seep between red wine sips.

reminiscing through kept images of a popped up memories

somewhere between you and me

c.2016  bgw

kisses rose in sunlight

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the poet sat at his desk

sunlight dancing through sheer coloured curtains.

his chair creaks in daydreaming silence.

apart in temporary distances

a promise of running away to her;

a candle flame burning

basking in a future promise.

the words drawn and drawing,

pouring out from the tip of his pen

smoothly spelling out her name.

letter by letter,

the words painted her picture.

in all the thoughts that were

always bringing him back

to where he felt her hand in his.

shared laughter,

a warm embrace.

the poet sat at his desk.

thinking about the way

she guided him to a rescue;

a smile that was lost

now appears again!

the poet sat at his desk

sunlight dancing through sheer coloured curtains.

his chair creaking in daydreaming silence.

apart in temporary distances;

a promise of running away to her,

a candle flame burning,

basking in a future promise.

the words drawn and drawing,

pouring out from the tip of his pen

smoothly spelling out her name.

c. 2016  bgw

reprise

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her smile

read my soul

and left me speechless;

tongue-tied.

yet, i didn’t know

that at the time

that in her eyes i found

held my universe.

but now i know

that she is everything

that was lacking in my world;

desired.

collecting kisses

where an American sunset

meets a Canadian sunrise;

good morning.

she is more breathtaking

than the Alberta landscapes;

always stunning,

leaving me speechless;

tongue-tied.

c. 2016  bgw

a minor berceuse

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climb up to the mountain top

and dance with the clouds below;

the tree seeks

and sees its leaves.

american thought;

know what was wrought.

one sees a whole

found in a minority;

a stalking of the majority.

oh, climb on up to the mountain top

and dance with the clouds below;

and see the leaves

from the tree that believes.

c.2016  bgw

when desire sings

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our eyes meet

and stares deep.

a look so strong

it grabbed my soul.

and there she was

before me.

a sip of wine;

and all seems fine.

through the two glasses

candlelight golden dances.

nervous lips of a soft quivering kiss.

a patio breeze sweeps past the blooms.

my fingers sing over her skin up her arm;

ever so delicately my hand cups her head.

nervous lips of a soft, passionate, quivering kiss.

her touch waltzes through my emotions

calming each one; one by one

our eyes meet

and stares deep.

a look so strong

it grabbed my soul.

and there she was

before me

c. 2015 bgw

house of a thousand windows

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i went looking for you

on some sort of stormy night

in a dream i found you,  grabbed your hand

and ran all the way back home – safe, there i was with you

*

your touch was nothing more than a dream

and when i woke,  fulfilled was hinted,  but still – im was alone

oh,  your touch was nothing more than real, but all  in a dream that faded

and before i woke,  our lips touched – left me in a torn seam

*

from a house of a thousand windows,  thousand doors

i sought your face that glowed in the oil lamp light burning bright

but all the drapes that were all drawn,  one by one i was there –  loving the thought that could have been

but all from a house of a thousand windows,  all i found were dreams

*

something that was so clear and real

became nothing but this dream;  oh! – where are you now

wasnt it all for a love that what would have been

from a house of a thousand windows,  thousand doors

i sought your face that glowed in the oil lamp light burning bright

but all the drapes that were all drawn,  one by one i was there –  loving the thought that could have been

but all from a house of a thousand windows,  all i found were dreams and images i awoke with

*

i went looking for you

on a,  some sort of stormy night

in a dream i found you,  grabbed your hand

and ran all the way back home – safe, there i was with you

and when i woke,  fulfilled was hinted,  but still – im was alone

oh,  your touch was nothing more than real in my soul,  but all was you in a dream that faded

but all that was you;  all in a dream that faded

 

c.2014  bgw

 

 

of woman and child

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i see her face a thousand times a day

and it soothes,  and like a flood

the memories rush back and takes over the forgotten

a heart that is too fragile,  a mind that sets idle

emotion and passion,  need and want breaks through the worn bandages

and there,  i see her face in some welcomed saving way

//

as i drive up the drive and open that door that is my home

//

a touch of her hand on my arm,   her head on my shoulder

and all that complicated the day,  slowly drains away

my daughters laughter draws me into her world

and the world outside this window passes by

yet what the world makes you think matters doesn’t exist

all within this bliss, waking her up to a good morning kiss

//

i see her face a thousand times a day

and it soothes,  and like a flood

the memories rush back and takes over the forgotten

a heart that is too fragile,  a mind that sets idle

emotion and passion,  need and want breaks through the worn bandages

and there,  i see her face in some welcomed saving way

//

i wanted to save you when london bridge fell down

but thy feet were stuck, pressed upon here on the ground, and  i couldn’t stop the dreams edge from collapsing in

the shapes of thoughts that formed her,  the city and all that dwelled within

all the shapes of the thoughts formed – flashes in, flashes out

i wanted to save you when london bridge fell down

but when the enterprise took over,  the white noise filled these ears

//

as i drive up the drive and open that door that is my home

//

i see her face a thousand times a day

and it soothes,  and like a flood

the memories rush back and takes over the forgotten

a heart that is too fragile,  a mind that sets idle

emotion and passion,  need and want breaks through the worn bandages

and there,  i see her face in some welcomed saving way

//

the street lamps shone in the dusk evening sky

a late winters snow covered lightly on the sidewalks below

and as she held my arm,  the crunch of the snow

found the rhythm of matching footsteps

closer and closer we came to the icy steps of the front door, and  once inside

the fireplace flames flickered and found the dancing shadows of a love entwined

//

the words i write,  paints your picture

the words i write,  paints your picture

//

i see her face a thousand times a day

and it soothes,  and like a flood

the memories rush back and takes over the forgotten

a heart that is too fragile,  a mind that sets idle

emotion and passion,  need and want breaks through the worn bandages

and there,  i see her face in some welcomed saving way

//

as drive up the drive and open that door that is my home

//

and as i sit here,  in front of my window

i prepare for the flood that once one predicted

yet leaving all that once worked to the wayside

and tossed aside the possibility in limbo

fingernails scratching,  digging in the dirt,

all in desperation, crawling and climbing out of the hole i created

//

i wanted to save you when london bridge fell down

but my feet were stuck here on the ground, and  i couldn’t stop the dreams edge from collapsing in

the shapes of thoughts that formed her,  the city and all that dwelled within

all the shapes of the thoughts formed flashes in, flashes out

i wanted to save you when london bridge fell down

but when the enterprise took over,  the white noise filled these ears

//

i see her face a thousand times a day

and it soothes,  and like a flood

the memories rush back and takes over the forgotten

a heart that is too fragile,  a mind that sets idle

emotion and passion,  need and want breaks through the worn bandages

and there,  i see her face in some welcomed saving way

c. 2014  bgw