You Once Saw Me
Dive Into Our Love
Need or Love?
You are deaf to my soul
Did you ever see ME?
Why can I not rise
To take in air
And be part of you, too?
Has my gift been a tiny coin only?
Do you know your own role in the US of US?
I wait as if in wake
To be a star in your eyes, part of a unit, a pair whom
Can be One.
With a dire wish, on my knee,
I look at you from my side of our sea
Hurt, still, I pull away and run
What is now, has been a copy
Of our loss, not fed
In many a year.
To heal, to see, one must hear
The sun is ours 'til it sets
We have to make it to one more rise of it's warm, beam of hope
In pink, red and gold it will come up over the sea
Will you look at me then?
About the Creator
ROCK aka Andrea Polla (Simmons)
~ American feminist living in Sweden ~ SHE/HER
Admin. Vocal Social Society
Find me: @andreapolla63.bsky.social
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The Gatekeeper's Wife
When the door was opened love ushered us in, our eyes met and locked once again. We left outside the weight of real life, immediate resurrection of man and wife. Again we remeet, embrace and feel the Gatekeeper's steadfast grace of steel. Were we once a humble pair splitting wood in this frosty air? Could I have worn the apron with all the little pockets and worn our love upon my breast in a silver locket? Could you have lit the lamps around these grounds, secured the doors, making dutiful rounds? Was I here boiling coffee on the woodstove, mending your clothes, warming your supper with my lips painted rose? Did we sit at this table and you ask for my hand, give me a kiss and a wedding band? Were we the lovers who lied in this bed, content with simplicity and the life we led? Whether we traveled from then to now you are still my Gatekeeper forever somehow. You've taken my love, my heart, my fears, you've kept me safe and dried my tears. The fire will burn on for eternity, you're always my Gatekeeper and hold the key. Each time we visit this calm, dreamy place, the door to our love is reopened unyielding with grace.
By ROCK aka Andrea Polla (Simmons)3 years ago in Poets
Wild Card Weekend Recap: What Happens Now?
I think I figured out why I love Wild Card Weekend so much. It's because it's the first playoff anything of the calendar year. The NFL season starts in the fall, and once upon a time, the champion was crowned either on or slightly before New Year's. The evolution of the NFL schedule has resulted in the playoffs starting just into the New Year, and currently, the final week of the season falls on the first weekend of the New Year, with Wild Card Weekend coming a week after that. So yes, chronologically, the NFL's Wild Card Weekend serves as the first playoff anything of the calendar year.
By Clyde E. Dawkins2 days ago in Unbalanced
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love is not always easy, but it is always worth fighting for.
Assuming this is for the Short and Sweet challenge, this is an awesome entry. I especially loved the ending