... Applachia ..., ... Autumn ..., ... beauty ..., ... L.F. ..., ... life ..., ... love ..., ... poem ..., ... poems ..., ... poetry ..., ... relationships ...

Quandering

love hurts
if you let it

stripping away
the essence of I

becoming the
reality of we

let the cleansing come
i am weary of the old me
and my wandering is the
quandering that finds no
absolution without you

as sure as the steady,
spinning sun,
let this love hurt

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... addiction ..., ... Applachia ..., ... beauty ..., ... country ..., ... girl ..., ... kiss ..., ... L.F. ..., ... life ..., ... love ..., ... pain ..., ... poem ..., ... poems ..., ... poetry ..., ... relationships ..., ... Spring ..., ... summer ..., ... summer solstice ..., ... the South ..., ... the sun ...

never looked back

i found her
on the blackest night,
she was a soft
voice whispered ‘neath
the door.

i saw her
in sweet Georgia sunshine,
she was the Spring
wind tangled in
my hair.

i felt her
once
and never looked back.

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... Applachia ..., ... Autumn ..., ... beauty ..., ... country ..., ... girl ..., ... home ..., ... L.F. ..., ... LF ..., ... life ..., ... lips ..., ... love ..., ... poem ..., ... poems ..., ... poetry ..., ... relationships ..., ... the South ...

good morning, Sunday

she limned me a
perfect day

with cherry smile
just the right shade,

and a brush of
golden blonde strands

it only required
a swash or two.

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... Applachia ..., ... Autumn ..., ... beauty ..., ... experimental ..., ... girl ..., ... God ..., ... kiss ..., ... L.F. ..., ... life ..., ... love ..., ... pain ..., ... poem ..., ... poems ..., ... poetry ..., ... relationships ..., ... the South ..., ... time ...

lovesong (thank you Brahms)

sit,

let me play
a song for
you.

it will certainly
break your heart,
the life in these
notes melts
all resolve.

let me play
a song for
you,
Mistress,
rest your
head on this
wonderful web of mine.

the Lord taught me how
to give my soul away-
the tune that swoons you,
that tune is me.

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... Autumn ..., ... beauty ..., ... country ..., ... girl ..., ... L.F. ..., ... LF ..., ... life ..., ... poem ..., ... poems ..., ... poetry ..., ... relationships ..., ... space ..., ... stars ..., ... the South ...

dreamGirl

she calls to me
from dreams while
all manner of wraiths
and night terrors
are silenced, too, at
the hush of her
honey voice.

at first blush,
when we sink from the
eternal empty of space into
this dayspring well of sunlit
Creation, when the will-o’-the-wisp
sings its way into oblivion,

she is the light of dawn,
soft and still, that
rouses me from such
foolishness found
in slumber.

rather one minute in her waking
presence, than a lifetime
of the best dreams.

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... girl ..., ... L.F. ..., ... life ..., ... love ..., ... poem ..., ... poems ..., ... poetry ..., ... relationships ...

her Love left a note

I need you to know something
first thing this morning.
I love you.
It is simple and it is everything.
Where to start?
How about the sweetest girl alive,
the last woman on Earth willing
to put her man’s wants above hers?
How about her face?
The face of what my spirit tells me
an angel looks like.
Your beauty is usually
reserved for heaven.
To adorn God’s most favorite of places.
You radiate love and beauty and
fascination. Like sweet, pure sunshine.

Your presence thrills my whole person.
How about your hands? They are the most
delicate and lovely and
fit perfectly in mine.

I am hopelessly in love with you.

You are navigating some of life’s most
treacherous waters right now,
but with such grace and poise.
And I love that about you.

But I also know for a soul as sweet as
yours there will come a point when you
need to fall down and fall apart –
it is upon imagining this moment
in your life that I realize the
true purpose of my arms.

They are here to
pick you up,
hold you
and love you
back into strength.

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... Applachia ..., ... Autumn ..., ... beauty ..., ... country ..., ... experimental ..., ... girl ..., ... L.F. ..., ... life ..., ... love ..., ... poem ..., ... poems ..., ... poetry ..., ... stars ..., ... the South ...

she is supernova

starlight sleep-
this is what i know of her love,
beaming coruscations erupting
forthwith. without delay.

she is
supernovas. she is
fascinations and
things frilly and
iridescence. she is
collapsing, into my arms.

see a new constellation has
formed and i have
a new North.

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