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It Was Fun

Riding around, top down, under the sun.

Your smile, your style, you could have been the one.

It wasn’t love but it was fun.

Laughter fades, sunlight turns to rain, look what we’ve become.

Driving away, leaving me behind, it can’t be undone.

Looking back now, I see clearly somehow.

It wasn’t love but it was fun.

 

Written by: Donetta Sifford for Yeah Write 305

September

 

September has always been

the hardest month for me.

I walk these dirt roads

smelling the honeysuckle

feeling the sun on my back

the air slightly shifting cooler.

Leaves secretly changing.

Red, orange, yellow, and brown

splashing over the mountains.

She died the year before

the Twin  Towers crumbled.

Still, for me, she cannot be gone

no more than gravity or the moon.

The Appalachian Mountains

shares it’s beauty everywhere.

I see gray skies and black clouds.

September has always been

the hardest month for me.

Understated.

 

Written for Yeah Write

 

 

It’s Me, Not You 

I’m just going through the motions.

Void of any real emotion.

Suicide is a selfish notion that I entertain.

Hear you asking what’s the matter?

Saying how you miss my laughter.

I know the love you’re after I can’t give away.

Find myself saying words I hate like it’s me, not you.

I know I’ll miss you when it’s too late and it’ll be my loss.

Swear to you if I knew the reasons for the changes you are seeing

I’d gladly unload my heavy burdens at your feet.

Standing at the edge of nothing.

Feel my heart ripping open and I can’t stop the pain.

You will see I was haunting my life.

Untouchable, unlovable and always on the outside staring in.

Maybe tomorrow will be better and I can love you more than I ever have.

So you’ll know it was I that was sick and you can carry on when I’m gone.
Written for Yeah Write

The River Poem

I need to be in the water,

cheap Hawaiian Tropic Gold

kissing my sunbaked skin.

I need to be sipping supermarket Frozen Daiquiris while the radio plays summer songs.

I need to sleep in my lounge chair as children’s laughter fades in and out of my dreams.

Written for Yeah Write

The Night Before

 

 

Through the window of my lover’s bedroom the grey sky is beginning to burst with tints of pinks and reds.

I know daylight will soon open up, spilling sunlight onto his glorious face and though I long to commit that picture into my mind, I must not be here when his blue eyes sleepily awake.

Slipping out of his king sized bed to throw my clothes on hastily, I fancy leaving him a note, an explanation for my departure. The thought of good intention leaves my mind as I quietly open the door.

Flagging down a cab at the break of dawn makes the night before seem tawdry. Lying in his arms becomes my dirty secret again and I hope my husband has left for work so I can lie in our queen sized bed and try to remember the magic I share with another.

Written by Donetta Sifford for Yeah Write’s Poetry Grid.