lonely trails

I walk
along lonely trails
desolate footpaths, where my heart

in an economy of grief
and despair

these two feelings
come without thought or conception

relegating needs to another

a place to lay down our weights

pick up the threads of love, lingering
in the shade

they continue to take shape

Photo by 1162835, Pixabay

My Dearest Friends,

Beginning next week, and continuing for the remainder of this calendar year, I am traveling within and without the country. The travel combined with my ever iterating and changing professional life will demand more of me, which means I will be less active here going forward. I will still visit your sites, and read your beautiful poetry and writings, however, it will be less often. I will also post less often.

I am choosing to pause, possibly indefinitely, the weekly prompt. As to next year’s collaborative project, I am still very passionate about making this happen, yet at this time, cannot write here, when, or how that will go next year; know that when I know, you will too.

Please know I am very well; all of the changes are positive, and I am very excited about them, though, paradoxically, I am sad about taking more time away from this space. This is how life goes, though, we never know what we will be gifted, and when we are open to all of life’s gifts, we walk into them with open arms.

I will update you here as my schedule and professional life continue to take shape in the coming months.

All my love and blessings,


Jeff Flesch

Author, #1 Amazon New Release Nature Speaks of Love and Sorrow

Co-Author, #1 Amazon Bestseller, Wounds I Healed: The Poetry of Strong Women

Author of the Month, Jan/Feb 2022, Spillwords Press

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petals made of love, Published at MasticadoresUSA

I am so pleased to announce that my poem, petals made of love, is now available at MasticadoresUSA. Thank you to Gabriela Marie Milton, and the team at MasticadoresUSA for their continued support, and for publishing this piece.

petals made of love

I sit atop the river delta, wondering about
the scene

it is a

the light
casting off
in the distance
playing with the…

I would be honored if you would go here, and read the rest of my poem. Thank you!

Photo by CDD20, Pixabay

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to live a life as full as heeded

Photo by Svyatoslav Romanov on Unsplash

locked inside
a container,
of my own making

I struggle to find
the light,
complete absence
sets me off with a fright

to breath,
if life
is all that it seems

I get quiet,
quiet enough
to hear
the hammering
of my heart,
my painful chest


it picks up
in relation
to the myriad
roiling around my head,

than anything
can be said
to have sped

them down
not possible,
tools escape me,
and isolated,
tears well
in my eyes,
and I even,
at that time,
struggle to cry

leak instead,
when fullness
into stations
of another
portended foundation


years later,
I will reflect on
these times,
after learning
has been delivered,
and understanding
is bourgeoning
within my hearts center

these memories
ever so lightly,
abiding in my center
and knowing,
though painful,
these experiences,
were necessary, and
to live a life as full
as heeded

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another story all its own

Photo by Vincent Ledvina on Unsplash

my feet
feel the grass
beneath me,
and inside, I
smile secretly,
and think
about the next scene

joined forever, like
two lovers,
first met, when
they were young
enough to remember,
the next phase instead

of a memory

of something else,
harkening back
not so gently,
to the first time
you came into view,
and I fled

your embrace,
altogether longing,
yet, I just kept running,
thinking too much,
feeling not enough, and
making way on my own

shrill and stuffed

from the voluminous
that filled my mind,
and are impossible,
at times,
to deny,
to rewind,
nor find

lost, and

as it may seem
on my inner-screen,
I get up again,
let the tears come
as they may, pray,
and ask for
forgiveness each day

life is lived
inside of
you and me,
and when
we need to scream,
it’s all okay, as

the feelings come
we want
them to or not,
and, in fact,
only makes them
until we’re grown

through them

is another
all its own,
filled with hope
and, the glory shown

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