Breathing in the sunshine, basking in the bright, rolling in your laughter, giddy in your light. Smiling from your whispers, touching so delight, soaring above memories that we made last night. Senses revel in our new found love, clouds burst butterflies and drench me from above. ~Flutter, flutter heartbeats, messy morning hair, sipping on sweet nectar, bathed in warm, spring air.~ Each moment is so special, like none I've known before, meet me in the meadow, just outside the back porch door. Let's roll like playful children, holding hands so sweet; hug me by the apple tree, kiss me on my cheek. ~Flutter, flutter heartbeats, messy morning hair, sipping on sweet nectar, bathed in warm, spring air ~
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ROCK aka Andrea Polla (Simmons)
~ American feminist living in Sweden ~ SHE/HER
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Shadows of Self
Looking at my feet, staring at the sky, wondering about nothing, not afraid to cry. Shadows cast on an old family wall, pictures remain from when we were small. Clouds are my ceiling, night is my friend, nature is healing, despite it's the end. I wander through darkness, a well inside of me, a place I frequent that no one can see. I see hands reaching up, arms stretched out, all that I gave for this feeling of doubt. Was I ever seen for who I am, honoured with love, did they give a damn? Behind the smiles, the presence of self, I feel so lost, put away on a shelf. I held the belief that if I could've just given more, I'd reach the place where I would soar. Years and tears roll around, who I was seems washed up and drowned. I am the ghost of a woman who thrived to be, honoured, respected, not taken for granted or washed out to sea. Staring into the moonlight, my blue eyes red, nothing feels peaceful, just over; dead. In this still depth of after-hood, I dig to remember did I ever do good; mother, spouse, sibling and daughter, all of me present without thinking further. I assumed I'd be rewarded in some special way, for the sixty plus years I gave away. Tired, lonely, a feeling I despise, learning that after, there is no reprise. Giving, giving, dishing it out, realising it's true, there is no clout. Numb from making other's beds, now I lay silent in the world I bred.
By ROCK aka Andrea Polla (Simmons)2 years ago in Poets
Comments (9)
Flutter flutter...this is stunning. Really captures that heady feeling of newfound love. Well done!
Who is the lucky recipient of such sweet memories. oh my, such a thrill to read.
Aww this was beautiful and wholesome! Lovely work! 💌
I absolutely loved this. It was like a whole romance book packed in a poem
This was so sweet and lovely! Absolutely wonderful!
Loved this. Reminded me of a song where the lyrics say can you feel my heartbeat,
Perfect!!
This is awesome! It feels warm and welcoming like summer.
Very ethereal! Loved the repeated use of “flutter flutter”