HisA Poem by Melanie Jane Boicourt ShanksI love a challenge. This was for a contest with a lot of rules. I believe I followed them all, though there was a little confusion over one of them so I did the best I could to compensate.
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* I am hearing the one that I love on the line. His voice, though miles away, sounds so close in my ear. I am fearing of losing the signal this time. I stand still so not to create what I fear. * Try as I must, his lips I cannot reach today. His travels have stolen his kisses and his touch. My hugs cannot reach him when hes this far away. Do his empty arms know that mine miss him so much? * Being without him in the morning has its perks. He cant depend on me for his food or his drink. Theres a half pot too much of the coffee that perks. I crack too many eggs in the pan by instinct. * Seeing my love is possible in this day and age. Our phones communicate through video and pics. But my eyes are not fooled by the moving glass cage. They starve like an addict who is craving their fix. * Last night I caught his scent and my mind didnt know. He was back in my arms and I held him as one. As I woke to reality with his pillow, His half of the bed lay there empty in the sun. * Past times came to mind when I reasoned to worry. The sense of danger beheld me for a moment. Then peace found my soul and slowed down the hurry. My heart found its pace and then my mind felt content. * This voice I hear is my love and I know hes true. You, being a stranger, might ask how I know this. If you knew all of the things that we both have been through. Youd know for sure that he is mine and I am his. * I hear his voice on the line. I am filled with bliss. But his body and kisses and hugs I still miss. ** ** ** M.J.S. 1-5-08 © 2008 Melanie Jane Boicourt ShanksAuthor's Note
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8 Reviews Added on February 5, 2008 Last Updated on February 18, 2008 AuthorMelanie Jane Boicourt ShanksFort Wayne, INAboutI have been writing since I knew how. Before that I would just draw pictures to tell a story. My true passion is poetic lyrics. That is mostly what I am inspired to write. I have been dabbling in othe.. more..Writing
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