I wish words would not
compel my twisting remind
all my verbs are knots
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Tag: poem
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In Words
Posted at 1:03 am , on May 23, 2020
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Reaching Grief
Posted at 12:36 am , on April 26, 2020
There are two sides
too much
we easily fall into
patterns of want
when wishing to be.
We might be instructed,
perhaps a punitive gesture,
where heartbreak is far easier
than finding love,
knowing we did once.
I did,
I believed in purpose
I wanted to try,
to convince, to understand
I wanted to be
in love.
© Scott F Savage 4/2020
the ‘b’ series
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masking my woe
Posted at 12:40 am , on March 24, 2020
If I could
step away and forget
I would choose
to be alone,
to mask my feelings,
so my everyday,
would not fall into the trappings
of woe.
I listen to the quiet
beat of jazz,
I think of smokey rooms,
and scary eyes,
there’s a woman in there,
who everyone knows,
yet she struggles
to understand herself,
feeling invisible
every turn.
I wonder if
I will
ever really know
when the time has come
for me to step away,
let go,
let the universe
take me some other way,
instead,
I wait by the side of the road,
watch the cars roll by,
no one I know,
I’m the one, now,
invisible.
Living in this fantasy,
while outside,
the world became real,
now we did
touch each other’s soul.
What does it mean,
this, love,
what is the truth
behind the pain.
What happens when our bodies
convulse in shadowed tears,
at the point
where everyone else
doesn’t matter at all …
except her.
I stood there again,
on the precipice,
glancing into the wind,
I saw her outline,
her smile,
her eyes,
telling me it will be ok,
leave the mask off she said,
there is far more beauty in
real.
© Scott F Savage 3/2020
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Sweet Is Her Sorrow
Posted at 1:40 am , on March 23, 2020
I was wondering if you might know
the power of words will always slow
a beating heart in a feverish state
a wandering soul can only relate.
Last night I found peace in decision
to walk away, find my solution
I felt strong and self – confident
believing she would not relent.
I took measures of a reach forward
recognized a loss in my own accord,
I only wanted to hear a sweet word
I felt self-image to now be absurd.
In silence I broke down and cried,
show self-will my world surely died.
© Scott F Savage 3/2020
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Finding Moments
Posted at 9:50 pm , on March 17, 2020
I was going through some difficult times,
trying to hang on to whatever it was I could.
You know how we can be as human beings,
thoughtful, compassionate and lost in eyes.
Sorting through my belongings, making change
when suddenly she did reappear in a manner,
I couldn’t help but shed a tear,
if I could recreate this lovely time of year.
I drove away listening to her years ago,
wished I hadn’t created such a precedent
to be right, to be known, to suggest
my world was more important than her own.
My regrets are forever, but a song, a melody
will remind me always, she may still understand.
© Scott F Savage 3/2020
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This Quiet Refuge
Posted at 11:42 pm , on March 16, 2020
I can feel the silence around me
a steady wind outside whistles free
well beyond my state of mind
life’s normalcy sweet remind.
The world in a panic a lonely
refuge becomes a challenge ably
fought by one with strength –
lead beyond any sorrow’s length
I want a silence I can feel
not a mandate in reveal
I feel my peace is a weep
lost in fallow might I leap
Real tears as I do find words
mark my sadness so absurd.
© Scott F. Savage 3/2020
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Hurting
Posted at 6:08 pm , on March 11, 2020
I really am,
created this world,
though now,
surviving with little chance to
ever explain
such is the life of deception.
I walked inside a fantasy
many years ago,
at least
that was defined years
later
when in the heat of the moment,
reality became an ignorance,
I could not possibly
overcome.
Now only tears,
in a silence
I might never imagine,
time turns to weeks,
perhaps I expect months ahead.
The irony of our lives,
one might never realize
my aching heart will never miss the one
she’d expect,
instead the pain of loss,
of a quiet
in a helpless response,
hurts to the core,
hurting
becomes a way of life.
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Standing Alone
Posted at 6:02 pm , on March 11, 2020
I look for you, only in the moment,
every moment that occurs,
every walk,
each time my heart responds
to wondering
just where you might be,
I wish to hold you close to me,
give you confidence
my love for you isn’t chance,
still real,
still surreal in its manner
of beauty in the moment of your
Grace,
a part of life I imagine
only between you and me.
I wish I could have the opportunity,
I don’t miss any aspect of trauma,
beyond only you,
I hope you might someday,
understand
your impact
is my own life driving desire
to know
to reflect
to love,
again.
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Walk Inside My Mind
Posted at 7:27 pm , on March 9, 2020
While life travels forward,
the steps backward are waiting,
a quiet reminder
a silent reflection
all become aspects of our interior,
that piece of our lives,
though we might desire,
keeps a constant wall upon our soul.
Though I choose to try
to cry through my pain,
though each morning, night,
in a day I can imagine every aspect
of what love meant – this wonderful
energy. This beauty and grace
within the fabric
of our imagination.
I do step forward,
do try to simply by memory
allow time to heal,
and yet,
where is the piece of my life,
sustain a certain eloquence, that is the remarkable nature
of love,
that part of a long string
of thought.
cannot be broken apart.
If she could, without several, independent
of a history of doubt, just one walk inside.
©Scott F. Savage 3/3030
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Listening In The Wood
Posted at 12:44 pm , on March 4, 2020
We walked for hours,
taking a short path
imagining a day ahead,
looking forward to the distance
knowing the sunset
There is something
about the wood
a quiet mystifying
beauty in hand
two lovers
an autumn afternoon
this natural setting
this actual love.
Holding hands
sweet smile
capture this moment please
that soulful memory
something someone
nearby our passion
might always know
to be real and hidden
inside the progressive nature
of society’s landmark.
We can hear the river
running underneath
our feet standing on the bridge
we would kiss
and lives within
test the waters
wonder
we could ever feel
complete in each other’s arms.
We would listen and then
only
for each other’s love
©️Scott F Savage 3/2020
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