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In those few precious moments

that spring to life

just before the sun tips above the horizon

there is a place that is born, endures and disappears forever

it is in this pocket of living time

that you often come to me

in thoughts so real

I would swear you are blood and flesh.

your hand reaches for and cradles my face

your lips move quietly toward mine

I can truly feel the warmth of your breath

as we share love’s passionate kiss.

Barely the words, “I love you always,”

can be shared before you are gone

a mere memory again

until our next rendezvous

at the striking of nighttime’s death

just before the sun tips above the horizon

when we are whole again so briefly.

 

(c) Susan Morgan Bosler,    March 22, 2012   Please do not reprint without prior authorization of the author.

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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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Graphic Manipulation by SMB

Once I pulled you toward me
In a breathless moment
Enveloping the sounds of struggle and joy
Feeling the twisting and winding of flesh
Do you remember that starless, moonless night?
How afterwards we talked but said nothing of importance.
I could hardly see the outline of your face
But I could sense your continence in the dark
You were, we were, exhausted and content.
Do you still wonder if I think of you?
I hold this wish, deep inside
Where memories cluster around
Singular moments of the divine
Another love
Another time.

© Susan Morgan Bosler,  February 14, 2012

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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

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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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the winding of the rose and bramble

The Winding of the Wild Roses Amid the Bramble

 

“I don’t remember feeling this light

are there really moments like this?”

She wondered out loud.

“There was a story I knew, it began,” said he

“Once upon a time, in a far away land,

where the deep scent of wild rosemary

pinches the nose

as it mixes with a caller of honeysuckle

on warm summer nights;

when the stars shine brightly

the moon hangs low and heavy

with nary a cloud in the sky,

two lovers met in secret and pledged never to part again.”

“In this moment,” he continued,

“The soft, splendid puff of a burning briar wood pipe

combined with the heady intoxication of night blooming jasmine

washed over them as they silently conspired

safely tucked amidst a hedge of thick juniper bushes

uniquely suited for each other’s arms.

Content they were, to stay this way, and never part again.”

“Just as nature has her principles of cause and effect

Love has it’s own principles of contentment

This is exactly where and when time stood still for them

His pocket watch went silent

Her soft notes sounded no more

but it’s all right

because this is bliss

nirvana in a kiss

they are happy at last and forever.

 

(This is a tale of how love can triumph over all discontent and any odds.)

© Susan Morgan Bosler, September 23, 2011

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