by MichaelM | Sep 10, 2024 | Poetry
I would have loved to grow old with you.Yet here I stand, having made my way without you.Looking back, I see all those years relatively empty,filled only with what life tossed my way.I won’t say I never smiled or found joy in fleeting momentsor found success and...
by MichaelM | Nov 30, 2021 | Poetry
Five More Minutes (Thoughts that came from the movie of the same name) “Please, just five more minutes,” she asked. Wanting more time with her grandfather at Christmas. My mind...
by MichaelM | Aug 19, 2021 | Poetry
I never got to say “goodbye.” You did in the 1,917 word note you left where you shared memories full of joy; full of sadness. Where you shared words of tenderness; words of love. Where you assured me it was not my fault; that there was nothing I...
by MichaelM | Jun 20, 2021 | Poetry
Dancing with Jane In Three Acts ACT ONE My first words to Jane were asking her to dance. It wasn’t like I had seen her from across a crowded room and, as her eyes met mine, I knew I had to go and ask her. Actually, if the truth be known, I hadn’t seen her...
by MichaelM | Mar 3, 2021 | Poetry
We Talk to One Another at Different Times We talk to one another at different times. I talk to you when I visitto stand at your place of rest.I speak aloud but softly.Loud enough for you to hearbut not enough to disturb the othersin resting places so near.My...
by MichaelM | Jan 22, 2021 | Poetry
She Comes Here Sometimes in the Wee Hours She comes here sometimes.Almost always in the wee hourswhen sleep tries to hold tenaciouslyas if afraid to let go.Knowing the slightest break in the spellwould whisk me awayfrom the dreamsand the joy that often live there.And...
by MichaelM | Dec 16, 2020 | Poetry
I Just Couldn’t Hold You Tight Enough* I just couldn’t hold you tight enough.Couldn’t wrap my arms around you and squeezeall those black memories away.Lord knows I tried.Tried to keep the light shining in your eyes,that sweet smile on your lips.Most of the time, it...
by MichaelM | Dec 12, 2020 | Poetry
It’s Not a Lot Things But it is Christmas Yeah, Jingle Bells is playing.I’m trying hard to keep working at this and thatand keeping those holiday thoughtsfar, far away.Of course, it’s not really that hardfor I’ve done it so many yearsit’s...
by MichaelM | Nov 19, 2020 | Poetry
Having Friends in Low Places Has a Whole New Meaning I got the word last nightin a note from an acquaintance from years agothat one of our friends from those days so long agowas gone.As my collection of years grows so much largerI find that happening more and more.I...
by MichaelM | Oct 11, 2020 | Poetry
Mountain or Valley It’s All the Same When she slipped offon her journey to try to finally find her peace,I could never decideif she left a part of herself behindor took part of me with her. Whether she left a mountainor a valley,it was somethingI could never get...
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