Author: What Words May Come

Hopeless romantic; joker; father and grandfather; husband; sportsman; part-time writer;

Adjusting…

Boxes, Cardboard, Carrying, Overload

Hello my wonderful WP friends! I’ve been missing in action for quite a while, and I may still be missing, but more spotty now. My wife and I sold our house and moved last week, as she took an appointment with the Methodist Church. I am changing positions with my job as well, still with the same compant, and I am not sure how it will effect me and my schedule.

Thank you everyone of you for continuing to check in and see what’s up… I miss you all and hope to get into some sort of normality again in the near future.

Take good care of yourselves and stay safe and healthy!

Kev

BROKEN STONES… a dark poem

ices on body of water

The burden of the broken stones

Weigh heavy on the mind

Whitecapped waves crest and foam

But cannot wash away the crime

Building blocks to small to see

Poisoned the whole of the base

Years of neglect have now captured me

As I slow to a crawl in my pace

Hindsight lends no healing sauve

For this conjured soul of the damned

Only regret of a dying wretch

As I crumble into sinking sand

DOORS FOR TARA… a poem

white wooden framed glass window

Ever does the new moon rise

Yet black in the clearest autumn skies

Undaunted by earth’s rotation abound

Creeping ever so slowly above the soft ground

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As early the glory of morning sleeps tight

The day brings it refuge to open with light

But only to fall back to sleep once again

Brings closure to dream of a new morning’s grin

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The heart on its journey can be quite the same

To open and close with emotional aim

While we wonder throughout our life in a daze

It’s a challenge we face walking through life’s maze

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And doors have their hinges that swing to a stance

They’re open or closed as they move in the dance

We all are like doors if we look at our lives

We open and close like husbands and wives

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While some of us never quite reach our crest

Like the moon we shine full when we are at our best

Relationships often take the same road

Making too much of one thing to carry a load

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But when that load becomes too much to bear

We wane like the moon and start not to care

It happens as mortals for that’s what we do

We wax and we wane in relationships too

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So keep your heart light and look to the stars

For you never quite know what might create scars

Yet scars are a sign that you truly did live

And for that be thankful that your heart can still give

Closed Door, Color, Cabin, Closed Door

FOR YOU… a love poem

Children, Forward, Skin Color

For you I’d count the stars at night

Then bring them down to see

For you I’d swim the ocean’s wide

It’s what you mean to me

girl wearing red and black plaid jacket holding flower

I’d give my life right now for you

Without a second guess

And feel the last beat of my heart

Because of you I’m blessed

gray asphalt road during sunset

I’d climb a height no one has climbed

And sing throughout the day

Then fly back down on eagle’s wings

Where in our bed we’d lay

Woman Lying On Bed

For you there’s nothing I won’t seek

Just to see your smile

For you have made my life complete

And happy – if just for awhile

MY FOREVER…

Girl Sitting On A Tissue Roll, Cat

I found myself wondering among silver moons and broken stars. Here, is where I happened upon a hollow of stardust swept in by a nearby celestial body that was too bright for my eyes. Momentarily blinded, I knelt and splashed the stardust onto my face and eyelids. A technecolor rainbow of light streaked across the horizon of my soul as I jumped up to my feet and blindly ran. I discovered that gaining any type of purchase upon the billowing soft pillows of a cloud is fruitless at best. Therefore, I gave in and sat down upon that very cloud, and with my face held in my hands, I wept. As the tears slid down my cheeks, I could taste the sweetest saltiness of gratitude from my heart as I came to realize I had nowhere left to run, because my days of running were over, and my time for eternal life had begun! Silly me… What little faith I truly had even in the end…