Michele Clucas Poems

What love is

Love grows, it does not repress
Love is happiness and sadness, not anger and jealousy
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A storm ravages my senses
Drives away my thoughts
The moment stretches
Desire a flaming thirst – unbearable
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If I could but spend the time left me – under
The Willow tree- to bring my soul some peace –
To allow me to breath
To give me that which would make me free
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Your kiss which left me breathless
Allowing my heart to beat its own song

Your unexpected hug from behind
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Why does time so harshly treat
Those bare to its cold stabbing touch
We wake when we are born, we sleep when we die
But we find happiness only by the whim of time’s cruel march!
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I can hear each dropp as it strikes the leaves
Running silver over green –
Gently dropping to the ground below;
The silent whisper of the wind
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The final embrace of sun and moon
The memory of night - breathes the hope of noon
Stars nestling deep into that velvet keep
Time flows on - Winds whisper sweet
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Wind whispering, carrying the sweet scent of life
Moments of silence allowing the sounds of birds to fly
Sunlight dappled by shade, moving with the breeze
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The darkness closes in – Extending for an eternity
I start losing myself, light but a distant memory-
Slowly fading as the black conquers every moment,
The past, this present, my future!
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Each set of eyes has its own story-
Its fears, joys and heartache
Glimmering in each, crowding out all
The hope of something new-
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