Poetry

1916

I left you in the bluebell time
Afore that summer's foliage
Carpeted those paths we walked
In shadow.
I clasped you by a gnarled beech tree
And felt your urgent heart
Against my chest -
And the lovely bluebells
Hung like mist
And life seemed like a story
Of hope and yes, of love...
But I left you in the bluebell time
For Cannock Chase
And khaki games of war
No bluebell kisses
And no words to say
Those awful things we saw.

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Gracefully

 Running

To the restaurant

As we got caught

In the downpour

Refreshing to 

The soul

The storms

Teach me more

Than sunshine

Ever could

Learning to relish

Seek the joy

Going to 

This new doctor

And seeing patients

In true need

Of relief

Yet being

So happy

Was a sucker punch

And a lesson

Of how

To live

With discomfort

Gracefully

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Purple haze

 God answered

Some prayers

After leaving

The doctor’s

Office

I felt

The weight

On my heart

Shatter

I took 

A deep breath

And learned

It’s all in

The attitude

Surrounded by 

Those purple walls

And plants

I felt a calm

That felt 

Too good

I just let

Myself be

Taken with

Grace’s good fortune

Change doesn’t 

Need to scare

It just teaches

That stagnation

Doesn’t serve

My body anymore

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