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A Published Poem

https://www.inkandvoices.com/poetry/2018/7/13/barefoot-and-thorns

 

This is the link to my poem “Barefeet and Thorns” that was published today on Ink & Voices.  I was very excited at the response time I received and the way my poem was lay out.  Any feedback is appreciated.

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Gratitude Uneasy

Find three things to feel 

grateful for today.

My power is cut off.

Wait that’s not right.

  1.  My daughters are home and safe.
  2.    I have a home for the lights to be off.
  3.    Health is something easy to be grateful for.

That wasn’t so hard I suppose.

I still don’t want to feel any different about my electricity or f money

so I won’t.

DLS

National Poetry Month – Time Does Not Bring Relief

Time Does Not Bring Relief – Sonnet 2

 

“Time does not bring relief; you all have lied
Who told me time would ease me of my pain!
I miss him in the weeping of the rain;
I want him at the shrinking of the tide;
The old snows melt from every mountain-side,
And last year’s leaves are smoke in every lane;
But last year’s bitter loving must remain
Heaped on my heart, and my old thoughts abide!

There are a hundred places where I fearo go,–so with his memory they brim!

And entering with relief some quiet place
Where never fell his foot or shone his face
I say, ‘There is no memory of him here!’
And so stand stricken, so remembering him!”
― Edna St. Vincent Millay

 

Crawl Space

 

Craving sanctuary, peace.
Raging war in my mind.
Always noisy, shots fired.
Whispering voices, somewhere.
Laughing, mocking television.
Static hums from the unplugged.
Peeping out the blinds, darkness.
Anxiety's cold hands squeeze my throat.
Crawlspace is cluttered with time.
Even happiness hides in winter.  




La Douleur Exquise

La Douleur Exquise  –  {French}  literally means “the exquisite pain.”  It comes from a medical term which defines a pain that morphine cannot dull.  It’s meaning has become something used to describe that indescribable pain of being hurt by the one you love.   [Psychology Today

1. [French] The exquisite pain of theg someone you can never have but you know you will still try to be with them. It’s like drug effects… 



La Douleur Exquise 

Teetering on the edge of ‘us.’ 
Even with our dub highious start.
Proclaiming my love to only you.
Whispers of pleasure, longings
no other lover will hear.
Time spent laughing,
penetrates my thoughts.
Conversations replay in my mind.
It is madness.
Disturbing how you leave me
so unsure, so unclear.
Knowing what ‘we’ share
is magical.
How angry words spoken
didn’t tear me from you.
You are as much
a part of my life as air.
Wish I hadn’t already seen
how with no hesitation
you can turn, walk away
from me.
Saying there is no ‘we’, ‘us’,
is devastatingly harsh.
@donetta sifford 1-31-2013

{Author’s Note… This poem was written in 2013 so I seen a lot of revisions that should be made. I posted it here the way I discovered it a short while ago.