The Tempest

The mind knoweth not

Where the heart doth go

As a lovesick breeze of eagerness

Carries it to and fro

 

Having no knowledge of where or why

That former blissful wind came

The mind is not at fault

Only life is to blame

 

For this tumultuous storm rising

Leaving sheer destruction in its path

And a desperate longing for peace

To replace that which razed from wrath

 

Whilst shards of glass crumble

Under thy very feet

Thou too dost tread

Upon reconstructable debris

 

Forgiveness is an everlasting mortar

Well mending fragments of a broken heart

The mind now knoweth whence it came

And surely now, where to start

 

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Poem #16 – April

This is poem #16, but as the actual date of this post is April 24, 2013 it is obvious that I am playing catch up. I have been sidetracked by my daughter’s TCAP testing (virtual school) in having to leave home for the week of April 22-25. The previous week was also full of to-dos that I could not avoid which pushed me into writer’s block. I seriously could not think of ANYTHING to write despite the fact that I was truly enjoying the NaPoWriMo challenge.

I am so far behind on my poems that it seems that I will not make it to the end of the month, but I am determined, because this week is also the week of my 20th anniversary. My husband nor I ever remember the exact day that we got married due to my once uncontrollable temper which caused me to angrily break the frame that encased our original marriage license minutes before ripping the license to shreds. We did later get a copy, but after all these years, who knows where that is? So each year during the last  week of April, we just tell each  other ‘Happy Anniversary’ – neither of us realizing  or caring when the proper day has passed.

All I know is that 20 years have passed and it doesn’t feel like it so we must have done something right along the tedious road that we have traveled together…we also do not wear wedding rings because back then we were too poor to buy them and I just happen to be allergic to metal so in the beginning, all that mattered to me was the paper but that obviously didn’t last very long. I am writing this poem in honor of mine and my husband’s good and bad times…still kicking through it all!

There is no face like his

No smile can compare

To that of his

We are a pair

His strength overwhelms me

So does his gentleness

In my time of weakness

I can rest

We laugh at nothing

Also everything

It warms my heart

To hear him sing

His voice can be soft

And smooth as silk

sensuously tearing down

My contrary will

I can anger him

with my attitude

Even when I know I’m wrong

He refuses to be rude

Until he chooses to be

The tables turn

He can hurt my feelings

Blood boils, my heart burns

But as each day arrives

He never ceases to prove

That away from me

He will never move

This makes me proud

But sometimes not

During those episodes

When tempers run hot

Love and hate at once

I cannot fathom

Until I am overcome

By his never-ending passion

We look strange to others

Because we never hide

Unable to conceal

Love, anger, patience, pride

We care not

When others cannot see

That twenty years is well enough

To know where you want to be

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