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Haiku Fun

I got creative today. One of the ladies in my writing class challenged us to write some Haikus and another took a bold step and posted an erotic poem that she wrote. So now I have 8 Haikus for your reading pleasure, some of them naughtier than others. I hope you enjoy.

Tongue caresses me

Makes me wanton and hungry

Emboldened by lust

***

Flesh pressed against flesh

Comforting touch, soothing warmth

Caressing my soul

***

Gentle sighs emit

Sounds of pleasure and desire

Falling like mist

***

Blazing sun sharing

The final heat of summer,

Please stay one more day.

***

Autumn births colours

Of fire: orange, gold and red

In a sea of green.

***

Toes cannot resist

Lapping waves and sparkly sand.

The seashore beckons.

***

Soft fluttering lips

Dancing across naked flesh

Barely a whisper

***

Drunken with pleasure

She succumbed to his fingers

And delicious mouth

 

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Strength and Sleep – 2 Fun Poems

English: Quill pen

English: Quill pen (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

I haven’t written poetry in years, but for some reason I have been inspired to play with my words a bit and in doing so I have written something that is different from my norm. I won’t say that these are good poems, I will just say that they are fun and they were written rather quickly in a couple of bursts of inspiration. This is what happens when you vow to write more on whatever pops into your head.

The Different Sides of Strength

Muscles, sinew, flesh

Pushing, pulling, lifting

Brawny, oiled, tanned

Savagely grunting

Body-builder

 

Principles, grit, substance

Dedicating, persevering, committing

Tenacious, insistent, resolute

Steadfastly enduring

Determination

 

Tenderness, Comfort, Warmth

Reaching, supporting, assisting

Loyal, soft, generous

Carefully embracing

Beacon

 

Sleep, Glorious Sleep

Now I lay me down to sleep

I pray the Lord my soul to keep

I pray to wake refreshed and renewed

I pray I’m not being rude

For my wish is for rest and a good night’s sleep

It is not for doom or death to creep

I pray to wake upon the morrow

And not to be the cause of sorrow

 

All I need is 40 winks

To work out all the clunks and clinks

Or perhaps I could use a few more

I’m not as young as I was before

Sleep eludes me some of the time

But when I receive it it is sublime

It wraps me in its warm embrace

And takes me to a peaceful place

 

But I still want to wake up in the morn

Feeling rejuvenated and reborn

For I have lots of things to do

Some things old and some of them new

Each day is a gift to celebrate

So wake me up I cannot wait

To explore, to create, to start, to wrap

Perhaps I’ll take a little nap.

A Poem About Searing Pain and a Broken Heart

I’ve started reading a blog called Lessons from the End of a Marriage and it made me consider whether I want to get into the details of the end of my marriage as it relates to how I ended up here. I don’t think I do.

I’ve told that story many times and it’s no longer cathartic, it’s just an old story that has a sad ending. But that isn’t my ending. I don’t have an ending yet. I have loads more living to do and this blog is about Revitalizing Me, not about dredging up mostly healed wounds.

However, I do want to share a sad poem. I wrote it just over 10 years ago when my youngest was 7 weeks old and my husband left me for the first time. I don’t want to share it because I want to rehash old hurts. I want to share it because I think it is good. It is raw and full of pain. Poems are supposed to evoke emotions and I think this one does that.

I’d love your feedback, I’d like to know if it makes you feel anything. Feel free to comment and thanks for reading it.

 

I awake

Roused from slumber by a small, hungry child

My child

Who at 7 weeks has just slept through 8 hours for the first time

I stumble to the bathroom to get a cloth

She needs to be changed

I don’t want to get up but it’s my job

It’s what I signed up for when I decided to have this child.

 

The pain crashes over me like a tidal wave

It rips through my body and brings new tears to my eyes

Tears that burn

All I can feel is the pain

It is so intense that I can’t remember how I felt before it started

I can’t remember the anger, the fighting

It all seems so insignificant compared to the pain.

 

My child suckles at my breast

She is sated

She falls asleep again with that little half-smile on her lips

The smile that says she is full, content

She doesn’t know what lies ahead

What decisions are being made for her

The innocent child

My innocent children.

 

The pain rips at me anew

It is fresh, overwhelming and all powerful

I struggle to compose myself

I am in survival mode

I need to be strong for my children

When all I want to do is curl up in my bed and go to sleep

Numbing sleep

Sleep that is oblivious to the pain

I’ve used the term “survival mode” before

To describe things between my husband and me

I was wrong, I wasn’t even close.

 

I can’t recall the past

What was said, what was done

Who was hurt

It doesn’t matter

It doesn’t compare to how I feel now

The searing through my body that barely allows me to breathe

The constant despair

The knowledge that my husband despises me so much that it conquers his pain

That his hatred, apathy, confusion conquers his heart and mind and his only decision is to leave

Leave not only me but his two beautiful children

His 3 year old who is so much like he used to be

Impulsive, loving, bursting with life

His 7 week old who hasn’t even let us see who she will be yet

What personality will emerge.

 

He says they’ll adjust

Children of separation, divorce

I can’t see any other conclusion

He doesn’t want to investigate, examine, determine what went wrong

He just wants to flee

My blinding pain is of no consequence

The way it envelopes me

The pain that emerges from 13 years of trust, love, companionship, friendship, tenderness, passion, commitment

A love that I can still feel underneath all of the pain

A commitment that I made until Death Do Us Part

A commitment that we would raise our children together, in the same home

That they could feel the strength in our love

That they could feel safe in our fortress, our family unit

That wasn’t supposed to crumble

To give way.

 

The pain envelopes me

I’m afraid of who it will make me

I’m afraid it will take a piece of my soul.

 

 

 

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