Here,

.

.

I

remove

.

t

h

e

.

clothes

.

o

f

.

false

impressions . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

a

n

d

–

–

–

moral

perceptions . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

I

strip

down . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

I

strip

down . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

I

strip

down . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

t

o

–

–

–

what

.

i

s

.

truly

me . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

 ~ entertaining

my

.

o

w

n

.

beliefs

.

a

n

d

.

fantasies . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

without

having

.

t

o

.

worry

about

.

w

h

a

t

.

others

.

m

i

g

h

t

.

think . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

o

r

–

–

–

how

others

.

m

i

g

h

t

.

feel . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

 ~ how

others

.

m

i

g

h

t

.

think

.

o

r

.

feel . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

Would

you

.

b

e

.

surprised

.

t

o

.

find,

.

.

t

h

a

t

.

.

although

.

y

o

u

.

sleep

next

.

t

o

.

me

.

a

t

.

night,

.

.

t

h

e

.

.

door

.

w

a

s

.

hidden

.

a

l

l

.

the

while . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

 ~ the

door

.

w

a

s

.

hidden

.

a

l

l

.

the

while . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

 ~ the

door

.

t

o

.

the

life

.

I

.

t

r

y

.

to

deny . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

 ~ the

life

.

I

.

t

r

y

.

to

deny . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

where

I

entertain,

–

–

multiple

guests

.

a

t

.

a

time . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

w

h

o

–

–

–

seduce

me

.

w

i

t

h

.

silent

smiles

.

w

h

e

n

.

they

look
.

i

n

t

o

.

my

eyes . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

 ~ who

maneuver

.

t

o

.

seek

.

a

n

d

.

find . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

a

n

d

–

–

–

seek

.

a

n

d

.

find . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

a

n

d

–

–

–

seek

.

a

n

d

.

find . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

m

y

–

–

–

most

prized

.

a

n

d

.

private

passions

.

burning

inside . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

They

.

b

u

r

n

.

inside . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

They

.

b

u

r

n

.

inside . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

They

.

b

u

r

n

.

inside . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

a

n

d

–

–

–

they

always

know

.

w

h

e

n

.

it’s

time

.

t

o

,

leave . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

a

n

d

–

–

–

they

always

know

.

w

h

e

n

.

it’s

time

.

t

o

.

arrive . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

a

n

d

–

–

–

they

.

a

r

e

.

always

willing

.

t

o

.

wine,

.

.

a

n

d

.

.

dine,

.

.

a

n

d

.

.

spend

.

t

h

e

.

time . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

a

l

l

–

–

–

hours

.

o

f

.

the

day

.

o

r

.

night . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

 ~ all

hours

.

o

f

.

the

day

.

o

r

.

night . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

You

might

.

b

e

.

surprised

.

t

o

.

find,

–

–

faces

.

y

o

u

.

recognize . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

b

u

t

–

–

–

you’ll

never

know

.

f

o

r

.

sure . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

 ~ you’ll

never

know

.

f

o

r

.

sure . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

f

o

r

–

–

–

they

.

d

o

.

not

.

s

a

y

.

a

word . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

a

n

d

–

–

–

they

.

d

o

.

not

linger

.

a

t

.

the

door . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

 ~ they

do

.

n

o

t

.

linger

.

a

t

.

the

door . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

Closer . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

 ~ you

want

.

t

o

.

be

closer . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

b

u

t

–

–

–

how

will

.

y

o

u

.

ever

compete

.

w

i

t

h

.

those

.

t

h

a

t

.

live

.

i

n

.

fantasy ?

–

–

–

.

.

.

 ~ how

will

.

y

o

u

.

ever

compete

.

w

i

t

h

.

those

.

w

h

o

.

whisper

softly . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

sweetly . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

a

n

d

–

–

–

serenely ?

–

–

–

.

.

.

How

will

.

y

o

u

.

compete ?

–

–

–

.

.

.

How

will

.

y

o

u

.

compete ?

–

–

–

.

.

.

How

will

.

y

o

u

.

compete ?

–

–

–

.

.

.

w

i

t

h

–

–

–

those

.

w

h

o

.

relentlessly

tease . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

 ~ with

those

.

w

h

o

.

relentlessly

tease

.

m

y

.

each

.

a

n

d

.

every

need,

–

–

from

.

.

d

e

e

p

.

.

inside

.

o

f

.

me.

Reflection: This was a romantic-themed poem that I wrote back in May of 2002 in reflection of the haunting tease of romantic fantasies that tug, and pull, and maneuver, and compete for attention to the point they can derail any real, present-day romances being pursued or engaged in at the time. I’ve had a few experiences like this in my life – especially in my younger days – as I’m sure many others have.

You

cause

.

y

o

u

r

.

own

pain . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

You

create

.

y

o

u

r

.

own

shame . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

s

t

i

l

l

–

–

–

you

drag

.

m

e

.

in . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

j

u

s

t

–

–

–

the

same . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

f

o

r

–

–

–

everyone

.

y

o

u

.

know

must:

!pay!

–

–

–

!!pay!!

–

–

–

!!!pay!!!

–

–

–

!!!!pay!!!!

–

–

–

.

.

.

f

o

r

–

–

–

each,

.

.

a

n

d

.

.

all,

.

.

a

n

d

.

.

every

mistake . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

 ~ leaving

.

t

h

e

.

others

.

t

o

.

worry

.

w

i

t

h

.

wait,

.

.

f

o

r

.

.

the

.

n

e

x

t

.

cycle . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

o

f

–

–

–

repeat

yesterdays . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

 ~ of

repeat

.

reasons

why,

.

.

t

h

e

y

.

.

must

.

t

a

k

e

.

center

stage,

–

–

within

.

t

h

e

.

same,

–

–

recurring,

–

–

doomsday

–

–

play . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

 ~ within

.

t

h

e

.

same,

–

–

recurring,

–

–

doomsday

–

–

play . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

page,

–

–

after

page,

–

–

after

page,

–

–

after

page,

–

–

after

page.

Reflection: This was a personal struggle-themed poem that I wrote back in May of 2002 where the affected party is the friend or family member of someone who flirts with temptation and repeatedly gets drawn into the depths of the darkness and chaos it brings – being addicted to the “ride” into what is likely to be a lifelong, all-consuming struggle against the forces of temptation, addiction, compulsion, and distraction in whatever flavors they might be (drugs, alcohol, sex, gambling, obsessions, etc). This is one of the few poems I have ever written on this subject focused on the helpers themselves – helpers that can be deeply affected by the turmoil, chaos, and setbacks created by the people they love who repeatedly suffer from temptations, addictions, compulsions, and distractions in life.

Reflection: This was a reflection-themed poem that I wrote back in May of 2002 inspired by Britain’s struggle against Germany in the early part of World War II and photographs during that time. I just can’t imagine how devastating it must be to watch your city burn. Several more recent conflicts could also apply.

Here’s the poem which comes from my book Burning . . . Burning Blue: https://brighterdayslifecoaching.com/wp-content/uploads/2024/11/Modern-Day-Reflection-London-1940.pdf

The

loving . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

trusting . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

playful . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

little

puppy,

–

–

skips,

.

.

a

n

d

.

.

dances,

.

.

a

n

d

.

.

plays . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

i

n

–

–

–

the

magic

.

a

n

d

.

joy,

.

.

o

f

.

.

each

.

a

n

d

.

every

day,

.

.

t

h

a

t

.

.

passes

.

h

e

r

.

way . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

She

skips,

.

.

a

n

d

.

.

dances,

.

.

a

n

d

.

.

plays . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

She

skips,

.

.

a

n

d

.

.

dances,

.

.

a

n

d

.

.

plays . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

She

skips,

.

.

a

n

d

.

.

dances,

.

.

a

n

d

.

.

plays . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

until

.

s

o

m

e

.

lunatic

.

crazed,

–

–

ties

.

h

e

r

.

awkward

footsteps

.

.

d

o

w

n

.

.

in

.

t

h

e

i

r

.

place . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

a

n

d

–

–

–

ignores

.

h

e

r

.

helpless

–

–

yelps,

–

–

pleas,

.

.

a

n

d

.

.

cries . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

 ~ he

ignores

.

h

e

r

.

helpless

–

–

yelps,

–

–

pleas,

.

.

a

n

d

.

.

cries . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

a

n

d

–

–

–

sends

.

h

e

r

.

spinning

–

–

’round,

.

.

a

n

d

.

.

’round,

.

.

a

n

d

.

.

’round,

.

.

a

n

d

.

.

’round,

.

.

a

n

d

.

.

’round . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

into

.

t

h

e

.

churning

blades . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

into

.

t

h

e

.

churning

blades . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

o

f

–

–

the

!slaughterhouse!

–

–

–

.

.

.

Let

.

u

s

.

march

.

o

u

r

.

little

boys . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

Let

.

u

s

.

march

.

o

u

r

.

little

boys . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

t

o

–

–

–

the

front . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

 ~ haven’t

.

y

o

u

.

heard ?

!There’s a war going on!

–

–

–

.

.

.

March them . . . March

.

into

.

t

h

e

.

smoking,

.

choking

.

haze . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

March them . . . March

.

until

.

t

h

e

.

end

.

o

f

.

their

days . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

Let’s

send

.

o

u

r

.

armies,

.

.

o

f

.

.

tender,

.

youthful

.

flesh

.

a

n

d

.

faith . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

against

.

t

h

e

.

hungry,

.

churning

.

blades . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

 ~ against

.

t

h

e

.

hungry,

.

churning

.

blades . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

o

f

–

–

–

!BARBED WIRE!

–

–

–

.

.

.

o

f

–

–

–

!!BOMB BLASTS!!

–

–

–

.

.

.

o

f

–

–

–

!!!MACHINE GUN FIRE!!!

–

–

–

.

.

.

Such

.

a

.

small

.

sacrifice,

.

.

s

o

.

.

the

.

rest

.

c

a

n

.

wine,

.

.

a

n

d

.

.

dine,

.

.

a

n

d

.

.

opine . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

 ~ so

.

t

h

e

.

rest

.

c

a

n

.

wine,

.

.

a

n

d

.

.

dine,

.

.

a

n

d

.

.

opine . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

Such

.

a

.

small

.

sacrifice . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

Such

.

a

.

small

.

sacrifice . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

 ~ just

.

a

.

f

e

w

.

youthful . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

tender . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

lives . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

Let’s

love

.

a

n

d

.

embrace

.

o

u

r

.

trusting,

.

playful

.

puppies . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

a

n

d

–

–

–

then

.

s

e

n

d

.

them

.

t

o

.

the

!SLAUGHTERHOUSE!

–

–

–

.

.

.

Let’s

love

.

a

n

d

.

embrace

.

o

u

r

.

trusting,

.

playful

.

puppies . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

a

n

d

–

–

–

then

.

s

e

n

d

.

them

.

t

o

.

the

!SLAUGHTERHOUSE!

–

–

–

.

.

.

Let’s

love

.

a

n

d

.

embrace

.

o

u

r

.

trusting,

.

playful

.

puppies . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

a

n

d

–

–

–

then

.

s

e

n

d

.

them

.

t

o

.

the

!SLAUGHTERHOUSE!

–

–

–

.

.

.

!!TO THE SLAUGHTERHOUSE!!

–

–

–

!!!TO THE SLAUGHTERHOUSE!!!

–

–

–

!!!!TO THE SLAUGHTERHOUSE!!!!

–

–

–

!!!!!TO THE SLAUGHTERHOUSE!!!!!

Reflection: This is a reflective-themed poem that I wrote back in April 2002 in reflection of the children and young people I knew and the potential dismal future they might have – not by their choice but as a consequence of the state of the world affairs at the time. This poem seems even more relevant today. So many of our youths have been sent off to war with little meaning or purpose. I hope that in the future we will only engage in wars that we all collectively believe in and that we then all join hands and march off to war together (i.e., not just send our youths to do our fighting for us).

If

.

I

.

could

fuel

.

t

h

e

.

want

.

a

n

d

.

desire

behind

.

y

o

u

r

.

eyes,

–

–

would

.

y

o

u

.

forever

warm

.

m

y

.

life,

.

.

w

i

t

h

.

.

the

sunrise

.

o

f

.

your

smile ?

–

–

–

.

.

.

 ~ would

.

y

o

u

.

remain

right

.

h

e

r

e

.

with

.

m

e

.

tonight ?

–

–

–

.

.

.

 ~ would

.

y

o

u

.

remain

right

.

h

e

r

e

.

with

.

m

e

.

tonight ?

–

–

–

.

.

.

f

o

r

–

–

–

even

.

i

f

.

only

.

a

.

single

.

memory

resides,

–

–

somewhere

within

.

m

y

.

mind,

.

.

t

h

a

t

.

.

alone

might

.

b

e

.

worth

.

t

h

e

.

while . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

 ~ that

.

alone

.

might

.

b

e

.

the

best

.

.

I

.

.

could

find . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

 ~ it

might

.

b

e

.

the

best

.

.

I

.

.

could

find

.

i

n

.

my

life . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

Every

night

.

m

y

.

anticipation

.

r

u

n

s

.

wild . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

Every

night

.

m

y

.

anticipation

.

r

u

n

s

.

wild . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

Every

night

.

m

y

.

anticipation

.

r

u

n

s

.

wild . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

a

n

d

–

–

–

with

.

e

v

e

r

y

.

rising

dawn,

.

.

m

y

.

hope-filled

tides,

–

–

divide

.

a

n

d

.

multiply . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

 ~ they

divide

.

a

n

d

.

multiply . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

every

time

.

I

.

dream . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

 ~ every

time

.

I

.

dream

.

about

you

.

a

n

d

.

I . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

Misty

.

watercolor

.

words,

.

.

f

i

l

l

.

.

with

desire,

.

.

a

n

d

.

.

always

arrive

.

w

i

t

h

.

sentimental

tears

.

i

n

.

my

eyes . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

 ~ they

.

a

l

w

a

y

s

.

arrive

.

w

i

t

h

.

sentimental

tears

.

i

n

.

my

eyes . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

Will

.

I

.

forever

reside . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

Will

.

I

.

forever

reside . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

Will

.

I

.

forever

reside . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

i

n

–

–

–

this

place,

.

.

o

n

.

.

the

edge

.

o

f

.

wait . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

reaching

.

f

o

r

.

the

faith . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

reaching

.

f

o

r

.

the

faith . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

reaching

.

f

o

r

.

the

faith . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

t

h

a

t

–

–

–

someday

.

y

o

u

.

might

decide

.

t

o

.

change . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

 ~ someday

.

y

o

u

.

might

decide

.

t

o

.

engage.

Reflection: This was a romantic-themed poem that I wrote back in March of 2002 in reflection of a powerful romantic attraction I had towards someone back then. I felt like I would have done almost anything to make things happen between us – but the more I tried the more distant things became. Such is the way things go I suppose. I’ve had multiple experiences like this in my life as I’m sure many others have. I’m at least happy I tried. I wrote most of this poem by listening to the wonderful song “Almost Hear You Sigh” by The Rolling Stones which I played in the background to create the “moodset” for the poem and inspire the writing of the poem. So, if you listen to the song at low volume while reading this poem, you might better get the “feel” of it.

Surrender

.

t

o

.

shame,

.

.

I

.

.

savor

.

t

h

e

.

pain . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

 ~ I

savor

.

t

h

e

.

pain,

.

.

o

f

.

.

every

vibrant

.

d

a

y

.

that

suddenly

begins

.

t

o

.

fill

.

w

i

t

h

.

gray . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

 ~ that

begins

.

t

o

.

bleed

.

w

i

t

h

.

rain . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

It

begins

.

t

o

.

bleed . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

It

begins

.

t

o

.

bleed . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

It

begins

.

t

o

.

bleed

.

w

i

t

h

.

rain . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

 ~ surrender

.

t

o

.

shame,

.

.

I

.

.

savor

.

t

h

e

.

pain . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

Surrender

.

t

o

.

shame,

.

.

I

.

.

savor

.

t

h

e

.

pain . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

.

o

f

–

–

–

all

.

t

h

e

.

fun

.

a

n

d

.

laughter

.

t

h

a

t

.

begins

.

t

o

.

fade . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

o

f

–

–

–

all
.

t

h

e

.

neglect

.

t

h

a

t

.

begins

.

t

o

.

stain . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

o

f

–

–

–

all

.

t

h

e

.

joys

.

w

h

i

c

h

.

never

came

.

t

o

.

stay . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

 ~ surrender

.

t

o

.

shame,

.

.

I

.

.

savor

.

t

h

e

.

pain . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

Surrender

.

t

o

.

shame,

.

.

I

.

.

savor

.

t

h

e

.

pain . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

.

f

o

r

–

–

–

a

part

.

o

f

.

you

here

.

y

e

t

.

still

remains . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

 ~ yes,

a

part

.

o

f

.

you

here

.

s

t

i

l

l

.

remains . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

I

will

.

n

o

t

.

allow

.

y

o

u

r

.

spirit

.

t

o

.

drift

away . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

I

will

.

n

o

t

.

allow

.

y

o

u

r

.

memory

.

t

o

.

fade . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

 ~ I

will

.

n

o

t

.

allow

.

y

o

u

r

.

memory

.

t

o

.

fade . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

s

o

–

–

–

for

each

.

a

n

d

.

every

day

.

t

h

a

t

.

remains

.

I

.

w

i

l

l

.

surrender

.

t

o

.

shame . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

surrender

.

t

o

.

shame . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

surrender

.

t

o

.

shame . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

a

n

d

–

–

–

savor

.

t

h

e

.

pain.

Reflection: This was a melancholy-themed poem that I wrote back in January of 2002 where the affected party continues to honor and keep alive the memory of someone that really meant something to him or her – even though it tends to taint, weigh, and have a negative impact on his/her life. At times, those who go away, you love and appreciate even more today.

Reflection: This was a romantic-themed poem that I wrote back in January of 2002 where the romancer meets someone he or she is highly attracted to who ends up absorbing and consuming much of his/her life throughout the days, weeks, and/or months of attraction. In hindsight, much of the initial attraction was more driven by perception and fantasy rather than reality. I’ve had a few experiences like this in my life as I’m sure most people have from time to time.

Here’s the poem which comes from my book Burning . . . Burning Blue: https://brighterdayslifecoaching.com/wp-content/uploads/2024/11/Lingering-Pictures-and-Words.pdf

Reflection: This was a personal struggle-themed poem that I wrote back in November of 2001 where the affected party gets hammered by an on/off relationship that turned out to be nothing more than repeated false starts checkered by ups and downs and multiple engagements and retreats – and nothing he or she was initially expecting it to be. The affected party repeatedly tries to make things work to his/her own detriment. Sometimes, it’s better to read (and act on) the red flags early.

Here’s the poem which comes from my book Burning . . . Burning Blue: https://brighterdayslifecoaching.com/wp-content/uploads/2024/11/Deep-October-Breeze.pdf

It

would

.

h

a

v

e

.

been

easier

.

f

o

r

.

me,

.

.

i

f

.

.

we

.

w

e

r

e

.

never

.

t

o

.

meet . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

It

would

.

h

a

v

e

.

been

easier

.

f

o

r

.

me,

.

.

i

f

.

.

you

.

h

a

d

.

told

.

m

e

.

you

wanted

.

t

o

.

be

.

s

o

.

free . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

f

o

r

–

–

–

only

yesterday

.

i

t

.

seemed,

–

–

all

.

t

h

e

.

traffic

lights

.

w

e

r

e

.

turning

green . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

 ~ the

traffic

lights

.

w

e

r

e

.

turning

green . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

Only

yesterday

.

t

h

e

.

gardens

filled

.

w

i

t

h

.

you-s

.

a

n

d

.

me-s . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

a

n

d

–

–

–

seemed

.

t

o

.

r-e-a-c-h

.

f

o

r

.

eternity . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

 ~ they

seemed

.

t

o

.

r-e-a-c-h

.

f

o

r

.

eternity . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

b

u

t

–

–

–

today,

–

–

intimate

depths

.

f

e

e

l

.

depressed,

.

.

a

n

d

.

.

fill

.

w

i

t

h

.

emptiness,

.

.

a

s

.

.

the

sunflowers

.

t

h

a

t

.

danced

.

f

r

o

m

.

dawn

.

t

i

l

l

.

sunset,

–

–

bow

.

t

o

.

shades

.

o

f

.

remorse

.

a

n

d

.

regret . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

Can

anyone

.

truly

expect

.

a

heart

.

t

o

.

flourish,

.

.

w

i

t

h

i

n

.

.

the

soils

.

o

f

.

neglect ?

–

–

–

.

.

.

Can

anyone

.

truly

expect

.

t

o

.

play

.

a

.

p

a

r

t

.

beyond

.

t

h

e

.

very

.

n

e

x

t

.

set ?

–

–

–

.

.

.

f

o

r

–

–

–

right

now . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

the

.

o

n

l

y

.

joy . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

a

n

d

–

–

–

the

.

o

n

l

y

.

song . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

within

.

m

y

.

soul . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

i

s

–

–

–

the

misery

  .

  s

   i

   n

   k

   i

   n

   g

(

    )

m

 e

      )

 (

    d

    e

    e

    p

.

into

.

t

h

e

.

sea

.

o

f

.

melancholy . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

 ~ deep

into

.

t

h

e

.

sea

.

o

f

.

melancholy . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

s

o

–

–

–

there

.

i

s

.

where

.

y

o

u

.

will

.

f

i

n

d

.

me,

–

–

should

.

y

o

u

.

happen

.

t

o

.

wonder

.

w

h

a

t

.

became

.

o

f

.

me . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

I

hope

.

y

o

u

.

recall

.

h

o

w

.

things

might

.

h

a

v

e

.

been,

–

–

when

.

y

o

u

.

befriend

loneliness

again . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

I

hope

.

y

o

u

.

breathe

.

h

o

w

.

it

.

feels,

.

.

t

o

.

.

bleed

.

a

l

l

.

colors

.

o

f

.

hope,

.

.

f

r

o

m

.

.

the

shadows

.

o

f

.

a

.

soul . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

f

o

r

–

–

–

only

then,

–

–

will

.

y

o

u

.

truly

know

.

h

o

w

.

it

feels

.

t

o

.

sink

.

s

o

.

low . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

a

n

d

–

–

–

to

want

.

t

o

.

let

go . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

 ~ to

want

.

t

o

.

let

go . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

s

o

–

–

–

yes,

.

I

.

believe

.

i

t

.

would

.

h

a

v

e

.

been

easier,

.

.

i

f

.

.

you

.

h

a

d

.

never

been

.

w

i

t

h

.

me . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

b

u

t

.

.

.

I

would

.

never

trade

.

t

h

e

.

tease . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

o

f

–

–

–

the

scattered

–

–

pictures,

–

–

whispers,

.

.

a

n

d

.

.

words.

Reflection: This was a romantic-themed poem that I wrote back in October of 2001 in reflection of a brief, but powerful romantic experience I had back then. I’ve had several experiences like this in my life as I’m sure many others have.

Reflection: This was a romantic-themed poem that I wrote back in October of 2001 in reflection of a passionate, exploratory, romantic encounter (someone with the initials J.C.) and the repeated false starts checkered by ups and downs and multiple engagements and retreats. It was such a brief but passionate, exciting experience that I would never trade. So, I am much more content with at least having had the experience rather than not.

Here’s the poem which comes from my book Burning . . . Burning Blue: https://brighterdayslifecoaching.com/wp-content/uploads/2024/11/Steam.pdf