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Love’s Changed Me

LOVE’S CHANGED ME

Love’s changed me from the inside out.
First it was the love from mother:
protective, kind; like no other.
Then came along a first class lout
who took what wasn’t given out
‘for leaving me for some other.
Love’s changed me

as it’s taken me on this route:
trust/distrust—to trust another?
Cautious, I am, with my lover.
Of this, I’m sure—without a doubt—
love’s changed me.

2017-02-14
P. Wanken

Written for Poetic Asides Poetic Form: Rondine

Four Corners Coming Full Circle

…a series of shadormas…

SEASONS CHANGE

The heat of
summer is waning.
I have known
this season
would come to an end. Yet, I’m
sad to see it go.

//

SEASON OF CHANGE

Hot and cold,
Autumn has them both.
Green then gold,
each day holds
something different than the
day that came before.

//

CHANGE IN DUE SEASON

There’s an un-
deniable chill
in the air,
a shift in
life as I know it. Time to
lie dormant and wait.

//

SEASON TO CHANGE

The wait is
over, hope springs forth
from frozen,
fallow earth.
The promise of new life grows
with the renewed warmth.

2015-08-10
P. Wanken

Shared at Phoenix Rising

Left Behind

 
LEFT BEHIND

Stripped.
Bare.
Nothing left
of the original.
Sparkling blue eyes,
gone.
Dimpled smile,
gone.
Silky strands
of browns and blondes,
also gone.
If you look closer,
however,
you will see
the remnants of
what can never be taken.
You will see through
the non-blue eyes
and past the smile that’s
not the same,
and you will find
what’s left behind:
the soul of the one
who has gone
nowhere.

2014-04-13
P. Wanken

 

Written for Creative Bloomings Prompt #150: Some Things Never Change