Poets I Admire

Edna St. Vincent Millay

As to some lovely temple, tenantless

Long since, that once was sweet with shivering brass,

Knowing well its altars ruined and the grass

Grown up between the stones, yet from excess

Of grief hard driven, or great loneliness,

The worshipper returns, and those who pass

Marvel him crying on a name that was, –

So is it now with me in my distress.

Your body was a temple to Delight;

Cold are its ashes whence the breath is fled,

Yet here one time your spirit was wont to move;

Here might I hope to find you day or night,

And here I come to look for you, my love,

Even now, foolishly, knowing you are dead.

 

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Original Work, Poetry

Lavenders in the Breeze

The fragrance of you
In my mind inescapable.
The wind carries you to me,
Lavenders in the breeze.
In an instant transported
Back against your chest
Arms wrapped around
The last time I truly felt
Contentment in who I am.
Left alone, no more lavender,
The dark doubts creep in
Whispering their words once more
You should not be.
But I am.
And I will continue to be
Because one day, once again,
The wind will bring you
Back to me.

Original Work, Poetry

The Performer

I told you that I loved you.

You smiled and kissed me – tried to make me believe that you loved me back. And, oh!

Oh, how I wanted to believe you.

But, your kisses, your touches – they felt empty. And, for the briefest of moments, I wondered.

I wondered about every kiss, about every touch, and if they were meant for her. And, in that moment, I knew a truth.

The truth was that it didn’t matter.

It didn’t matter… because you smiled and kissed me.

And, you tried to make me believe that you loved me back.