I am a pain wayfarer. A choice of love and the companionship of isolation. Alienated and alone, I seek solaceย in the gift of peace and the sanctuary built upon my dreams.ย
ยฉJeff Flesch
#1 Amazon bestselling poet โย Nature Speaks of Love and Sorrow.[goodreads +1]
Love wonโt leave when love asks for more of it Love to love, stays For Love is a delicate yet strong dance Of push and pull A determined yet dual-minded commitment Of will and endurance A resolute giver yet receiver Of affection and affirmation An illogical yet survivalist twist Of with and without A choreographed yet tethered balance Of give and take A resolute yet discerning choice Of stay not stray Love wonโt leave when love asks for more of it Love to love, stays
@poetrybydeesignย
Love to Love, Stays was inspired by the poem Loveโs Trial. You can read more of Dawnโs poetry at Dawn Minott Writes Poems & More.
Submissions are still open for the Nature Speaks of Love and Sorrow: 30 Poems in 30 Days Collaboration. The submission details are located here.
The gift of love that you gave burgeoned in my heart its roots anchoring my unsteady life calming all my inner turmoil
the pain of your sudden abandonment left me bereft and alone. Yet, I stand tall butterflies flit by, ignoring me yet I know in the spring when I am done with mourning clothed in new leaves self-love will resurrect me with the ashes of pain swept away I will then attract fireflies.
I am excited to announce that my poem, You, Seedling, is now available at Spillwords Press. A big thank you to Dagmara K., and the whole team at Spillwords for publishing this piece, and for their continued support.
You, Seedling like a seed growing up through the ground
you were born, and the mystery continued to confound
me, relating to the breeze was always so easy and, yet
the little one cradling my finger was our seedling, beautiful
with an airโฆ
I would be honored if you would go here, and read the rest of my poem. Thank you!
I would also like to acknowledge Gabriela Marie Miltonโspoem, You, Night, the title of which was the inspiration for how I titled this piece.
Sitting, I ponder the nature of our existence. Quiet mind, not a noise found anywhere, silent, stillness, and so much brilliance.
It fills my entire being with joy, of such immenseness, at times itโs hard to actually say more than this.
And, the more I learn, in fact, it seems itโs in the saying less where we find out whatโs best.
It feels like itโs taken me an eternity to learn this truth. Yet, itโs really only been one moment since I was just a youth.
Time is funny that way, wouldnโt you say?
Long and drawn out in times of great stress, or when we are simply unsure how to handle lifeโs continuous tests.
And,
Short and awfully quick, in times when we are in a hurry, rushing from here to there, without even giving the scenery a second stare.
There is a third way, however, to see and experience, all that surrounds you. Itโs seen when we slow down, and are present to each moment, caring for them as if they were the only gift that could possibly prevent our descent.