memories left

I walk, and watch
a time of trees
and of the silences that speaks
of mist

covered evenings
and of the memories
you left

by the gravestone
etched with the blood of
our love

a time of desperation
and of sorrow

dwelling in hearts
beating in sync with lost
time

and
with the cosmic qualities
of our lives


Photo by jplenio, Pixabay


We Are Poetry: Lessons I Didn’t Learn in a Textbook, by Kym Gordon Moore

I was elated to receive Kym Gordon Moore’s new book about a month ago, and though I’ve only read a few selected chapters thus far, I can write here that it is an amazing read. Here is an example:

I Am

“They say I am nothing

in my someone-ness

traverse into a flow

of the seen but not heard

nonexistent, divisible where liberty is not just

not considered worthy to speak,

or to be respected

just an invisible occupation of space,

you think that of me

yet my existence is more

than the archives of silence

I am.

Refusing to conform […]”

Absolutely stunning. If you’ve not yet picked up a copy of this amazing book, you can do so here.

Update on Me

It was great to catch up with many of you last night. I am doing very well, and enjoying the travels. There is so much beauty in the world, and it is a privilege, and a joy to get out and see it.

Today, I am off to see Justin, which will be a lot of fun. We will do some shopping, and farmer’s marketing on Sunday, and then we are going to see the Portland Trailblazers on Sunday night. I’ve not been to an event of this size in years, thus I’m filled with excitement and some anxiety. Very normal.

I look forward to catching up with all of you again next weekend.

Have a wonderful weekend, and upcoming week.

All my love and blessings,

Jeff


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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an afternoon under the sun…

I walked through the door once, and into a different land
entirely, sky full of blood, torn in two, it was
a wonder
to feel
the
loss at the center of the vacuum…

thoughts racing, with a heart rendering love, an afterglow
cast,
inside my
chest breathing
fast, and then,
in from the gloom

came you, sure-footed, with a love the size of the moon,
dispelling the shadows in heart and mind,
you did always remind me

of the aliveness
living inside of moments
won

as great clarity did come, and you and I settled in
for an
afternoon
under the sun…


Photo by Couleur, Pixabay


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love shines forth

broken wings,
soft and evergreen,
mended,
with the everlastingness
of the sun’s rays,
dancing yellow, and green, they seem

to heal

from
upside down,
as the pain is turned
inside out, and cleaned throughout…

cascading light,
wishing upon a star
from afar, yet
closer, than realization dawns

as the candle drops,
and, hints…by

speaking in
a language of love
forever kissed, I must admit

your scent lingers
in the air,
fair, as memories
become closer to me
than the breath of you near, and

in this instance,
brokenness becomes
something
altogether witnessed

as love
shines forth, and
we become more,
than you and I
have ever experienced…


Photo by Marc Sendra Martorell on Unsplash


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Haiku #28

Photo by Chandan Chaurasia on Unsplash

experientially,
we transcend harmony and
discord both, Divine

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