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In the Music

 

Laying back to feel

The memories cycle through my soul

Wondering if life got it wrong some how

Never knowing how love so clear

Could cloud my mind

For the price of a thousand tears –

~

He gave me Ms. Simon

I trusted his smile

We listened together in the dark

“I’ve got to have you”

Playing over and over again

Drifting along Mulholland Drive

On hot summer nights

With the wind in our hair

It really felt so right –

Carly understood the love we shared

The music connected us through the years

He bent me back as we stared down

On the sparkling, city lights

As the fire burned inside,

We planned for times that never came

Unspoken dreams to the end.

~

Time flew fast, when another appeared

Springsteen singing

Thunder Road On his radio

He was so young in ‘75

I wished I had known him then –

The nineties were our romance years

It was when he figured out

That all along his man Bruce

Was singing to him about us –

His hungry ambition and desire

Razed my doubts

He pulled me close, to purify my past –

Racing along that two lane life

While we dreamed of times

Just down that road

In the dark of night,

We didn’t see that blind curve

He swerved and life fell away.

~

Two loves

Too close to compare

Both separated

By fate’s design –

Life’s miseries fade with time

While hope keeps

Beckoning me close,

The music continues to play.

 

 

(c) Susan Morgan Bosler, February 25, 2012 All Rights Reserved. Please do not reprint any part of this posting without written approval of the writer.

 

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Sailor's Lament by Pygar

This poem was inspired by this status writen by a friend on Facebook.

“in the inevitable waves of depression
floats a dying spirit
alone
lifeless
in a sea of sorrows” “Gary/Ghost Haven”

Drowned

As the good ship Hope launched
he was inspired by
the strength of the rampart’s casing
the men singing
the waves slapping
he knew he would soon be on his way
a new place to explore
a new love to encounter.

Dying embers quenched for good
now changed to bright new flames
in nightly dreams she visited
a fair and lifelike vision
yet, his transient optimism began to fade
without the substantive touch
from the one so eagerly craved.

While the song of his siren played
The sea began an unrelenting march
against the lumbered hull
without much warning
he lost hold
of his stated goal.
Came a night with no moon
when he could take no more,
over deck he sadly tipped
into a blacken sea of pity
where he lingered tempestivily
rising and falling into an undulating daze.

“in the inevitable waves of depression
that tossed him violently
floats his dying spirit
alone
lifeless
in a sea of sorrows”

born within his thoughts
wanting only to return
to the comfort of what was known.

© Susan Morgan Bosler  –  January 3, 2012

All rights reserved.  Please do not reprint any portion without prior written permission.

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Unknown Artist

Autumn into Winter

 

In Autumn I look to find

The signs of love

Before the icy blue descends

foretelling

another long Winter’s season.

The leaves fall on still lake

Upon the water I view my face

Reflected In my eyes I see

The love you once held for me.

~~

There’s something about this time of year

When profound secrets find their way

From deep within a solemn soul

exposing

Cracks upon the armor worn

Through little tears and tiny lines

It’s hard to hide what isn’t there.

~~

 

Worry not of my seclusion

I spent it here, but not alone

Those memories take complete control

of long past years as they unfold

revealing

truths that I deny

that once, we were in love.

 

~~

© Susan Morgan Bosler ;  November 28, 2011

 

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Widow’s Heart

It’s hard to carry
This widow’s heart
Beating for two inside
One chest
It’s a burden to mourn
Daily
It’s a sadness that never
Recedes
The voice of the missing
Sounds off
With each decision made
Each thought is analyzed
Just as it was before
Only
There is never
A confirming nod
The arguments incomplete
No longer are there kisses
Or dreams, or smiles, or frowns
Shared
Living for two
Is tiresome and always,
Always
incomplete

(c) Susan Morgan Bosler

July 13, 2011,  All Rights Reserved.

 

 

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Alone

Mixed Up

So, he kissed her

It made me sad

mothballs in the closet

where the party dress hangs

still smells like a deterrent to life

I came a long way

to show him that I cared

never noticing that eyes painted up pretty

need to be closed to apply the pigment

I turn my face back to the mirror now

I listened to his voice

about a million years

the headphones are still

pressed against my ears

I hear the sound of hissing instead

This is an island

There’s no fresh water here

even if I cup my hands

I will drink the salty water, taste of tears

I will evaporate,  instead of drown

but it will be sorrow, nonetheless.

©Susan Morgan Bosler, 2011    All rights reserved.  Do not repost any part of this poem without the express written permission of the author.

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