A WELCOMED DELUGE

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I missed you

and

even the missing felt good

as such was

a sweet connection

more so to a certainty

now

than just to some vague idea of what

possibly could be

am I catagorized

under that of fool

for revealing this to you

this big revelation about me

these steps I take

they walk me

and do such steps of a woman

reaching for something worth

having

finally

feed the start of a virtual feast

for some security in the soul

far better than

the steps of an only lonely woman

who is merely exiting the emptiness

such fountain of regeneration

bullies the darkness away

one sweet conversation at a time

perhaps I am glancing up

with such hope caressing my winters

heart

maybe that is why

why that even if nothing ever becomes

of this

I'll still feel deeply  for the great wealth

of caring man that so obviously resides in you

why its bigger than a mile high rainbow

on an unbelievably glorious day

as I can greatly sense the depth that animates

from you

Its as if its calling to me

the minuscule truth of such notion

bars no holds in my unweeded heart

is it crass of me to admit

that what you are about

the deep stream of soul

I can feel that flows through the core

of your being

could water too this neglected heart

with so little prodding too

yet it nags me just a bit

that my own soul's gouged needs

could possibly become a hindrance to you

and I don't want that

Sweetest GOD NO!

no taking away here

so many before have done that to you

already

that was the first thing right off

I was able to see

I would only like to add to

and so I must ponder this plight of mine

much further

but be patient

for no matter what

in the end

I know I'm going to like LOVE you so much

for I know me

and how my marshmallow heart works

you see it was a given

likely from the very first

so why should I fight the inevitable

'tis futile after all.........

(March 31,2000 1:15am)


Author's Notes/Comments: 

( I must say, I've written more poems since getting a computer and going on line as I react to people and this inspires poetry whether the feelings are real or imagined and this is wonderful for a poet. I used to get tiny little crushes, which in my poetic thoughts became these masterful love affairs but only in the writing moment. With Some poems I would be way too much of a chicken to even dare share with the person I wrote it for, but I would draft them on line and send them to others who love poetry like me. I have this strange feeling that one day I'll look back and read my work and it will read like I've had 4000 love affairs or some hot such. What a hoot that would be to me but if others somewhere down the line read them as wow she had so many lovers that will really tickle my funny bone cause I know it's just so untrue. hmmmmm I wonder if Mata Harri was really as bad as all those reports? What if she really was just some nice lonely housewife from Hamberg who was misunderstood ? grins! Sorry couldn't resist. I just wanted to try to put these poems in this time of writing in proper context for you, the objective reader)

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