Painting by Alan Hurley
Each word, a thousand times spoken
Each promise, another vow broken
like snowflakes melting as they hit the ground
your words fall coldly without a sound
Each kiss, from cold lips pressed
Each touch, just an icy caress
You hold me so tightly I can no longer breath
Your embrace insincere – I no longer believe
Each gesture, an empty illusion
Each thought, just a delusion
The love I once felt has turned to regret
And the best I can do is hope to forget
Each day, a waste of my giving
Each night, exhausted from living
With someone who hasn’t the vision to see me
I’ve opened my eyes, I just wish to be free
The Winter Bites My Bones 
This one has me tearing up! Hits really close to home…
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If that is so, Tina…I am sorry.
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Thank you! We all got *stuff*. After 28 years of marriage things happen!
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This goes way deeper then bones.
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Great poem. Brooke is your biggest fan, she tells me your poetry and knowledge is that of poetry God. Had to share that because while I love your poems, she has classified you among the likes of Frost, Whitman and other poets of lore.
I like that painting as well!
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She is simply amazing.
I feel the same.
My day has been busy with a run and then lunch with my Dad. Hope yours has been well.
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A deep pain well expressed. Beautiful writing. Sadly common.
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Rhonda…I deeply appreciate you following my poetry. Your comments are validating and generous. Hope all is well in Alberta. I’ll not tell you about the oceans of California because that is too cruel.
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Lol. Well. I’m not much a fan of the images of California…tho I’ve never been there. But I certainly adore the rugged BC coast. Funny. I wrote a micro for twitter, this morning, about having no crave for California but desperately missing BC. Lol. Suddenly glad I did not hit publish. 🙂 since I’m fairly sure the unpublicized version of California is far better than the publicized one.
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Reblogged this on The Way I See It.
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