Hope is the master of melancholic metaphors. Its sinister side, sullen and sadistic. I wear its despair and weather its disquiet, a trial of tribute and tribulation—hope. It grows pain, and plunders disdain, a remnant of all who came.
©Jeff Flesch
#1 Amazon Bestselling Author of Nature Speaks of Love and Sorrow
Co-Author, #1 Amazon Bestseller, Wounds I Healed: The Poetry of Strong Women
Jan/Feb 2022 Author of the Month, Spillwords Press
Pain peels perpetually the possibility of patient persistence. It is the marrow of serenity and sorrow, and an invitation to masochistic merriment. I choose pain, and the loss of love. It is breathless, a buoyant harbor of hope—a quiet storm, and a safety I’ve never known.
©Jeff Flesch
#1 Amazon Bestselling Author of Nature Speaks of Love and Sorrow
Co-Author, #1 Amazon Bestseller, Wounds I Healed: The Poetry of Strong Women
Jan/Feb 2022 Author of the Month, Spillwords Press
Love lives in the simple moments. In the triumphs we celebrate, and the trauma we commemorate. Peace arises from the pieces—the aftermath. Love follows the follower and fallows the followed. No one escapes. It is the ultimate price, the currency of life.
©Jeff Flesch
#1 Amazon Bestselling Author of Nature Speaks of Love and Sorrow
Co-Author, #1 Amazon Bestseller, Wounds I Healed: The Poetry of Strong Women
Jan/Feb 2022 Author of the Month, Spillwords Press
Light leans into love. It’s felt in full when open to fright and freedom. Experience—the catalyst of the unknown and unknowable—words that mean little. I find sovereignty in simplifying. In owning ignorance and the insight it offers. Awareness, both confounding and comforting. I wear it like a blanket—tailored to fit—an uncommon and unparalleled gift.
©Jeff Flesch
#1 Amazon Bestselling Author of Nature Speaks of Love and Sorrow
Co-Author, #1 Amazon Bestseller, Wounds I Healed: The Poetry of Strong Women
Jan/Feb 2022 Author of the Month, Spillwords Press
Prudent purpose plagues me. It’s all
consuming, and expects too much.
The words fill a void without.
meaning, it’s consumption to
consume. I find solace in the
comfortlessness. Its expression
nourishes, and its silence confounds.
It leaves me little rest. I am
compressed within, and tested and
tried in a world built on sin.
©Jeff Flesch
#1 Amazon Bestselling Author of Nature Speaks of Love and Sorrow
Co-Author, #1 Amazon Bestseller, Wounds I Healed: The Poetry of Strong Women
Jan/Feb 2022 Author of the Month, Spillwords Press
Dread feels like pressure. It fills all available spaces with its crafty presence. I hold onto promise, and its weightlessness, knowing anxiety is waiting—I can feel it just under my skin, like tiny rivulets. As peace beckons me, a faint breeze of calming awareness hints—it’s all transitory. You, me, all the things we feel and see, are all a part of the same self-created story.
©Jeff Fleschu
#1 Amazon Bestselling Author of Nature Speaks of Love and Sorrow
Co-Author, #1 Amazon Bestseller, Wounds I Healed: The Poetry of Strong Women
Jan/Feb 2022 Author of the Month, Spillwords Press
Preoccupation and persistence found
perfection.
We met under the stars, and
talked until dawn.
You were a shadow of the clouds,
mysterious and luminous.
I hid against the sand dunes
sparkling with wear and weather.
Drift wood stood between us
daring the other to signal acceptance.
I’ve seen you before
when it was impossible to say more.
A faint hello was all I could manage.
I found life difficult, and struggled to
maintain balance.
Even now, I fight with reality, did we
speak or did I imagine.
A life along the sand, and in the
dunes, can bring about such damage.
©Jeff Flesch
#1 Amazon Bestselling Author of Nature Speaks of Love and Sorrow
Co-Author, #1 Amazon Bestseller, Wounds I Healed: The Poetry of Strong Women
Jan/Feb 2022 Author of the Month, Spillwords Press
You told me to wait.
I did, and sat and drank.
Troubled, with ideas blurry and blind
I fell into a hole,
and flew next to the sun. It was fun
and stayed the same and
was all that anyone needed to grow.
Depression comes in waves.
In a mind filled with worry, and body
filled with tension.
you probably didn’t know
nor did you feel the need to mention.
You and I always happen.
The world comes into view, and with
a silent and persistent acquiescence
falls away
until it’s time for the next show.
©Jeff Flesch
#1 Amazon Bestselling Author of Nature Speaks of Love and Sorrow
Co-Author, #1 Amazon Bestseller, Wounds I Healed: The Poetry of Strong Women
Jan/Feb 2022 Author of the Month, Spillwords Press
The waves crash.
Dusted diamonds linger
upon the sand. An offering
of life and death, and a reminder
of truth and sacrifice—hypocrisy.
Love lives in all things, lasting
beyond imagination and illusions of
idleness—
hope. Tying the tide together,
brings a tempest.
Furious and eager, I love alone, and
pray to the one I call home.
©Jeff Flesch
#1 Amazon Bestselling Author of Nature Speaks of Love and Sorrow
Co-Author, #1 Amazon Bestseller, Wounds I Healed: The Poetry of Strong Women
Jan/Feb 2022 Author of the Month, Spillwords Press
you are hidden from view.
recognize the truth
about who you are and want to be—
desire.
nourishes body and mind
through prescriptions of faith.
A guide to another world.
becoming apparent through hardship
and loss–realizations.
through murkiness
and transformation found
in-waiting.
©Jeff Flesch
#1 Amazon Bestselling Author of Nature Speaks of Love and Sorrow
Co-Author, #1 Amazon Bestseller, Wounds I Healed: The Poetry of Strong Women
Jan/Feb 2022 Author of the Month, Spillwords Press
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