Poems: 'Me' & 'Fantasy'
Some new poems!
Enjoy!
~~~
Me!
The heart of a poet.
The ways of a child.
The will of the weary,
who’s reached her last mile.
The soul of the lonely,
yet, still in the game;
just wanting fulfillment...
not fortune or fame.
A woman who loves
and who’s willing to give;
who’s seeking contentment...
a good life to live.
The heart of a poet
The ways of a child.
The will of the weary,
still walking the mile
Me!
June Kellum
April, 2008
~~~
Fantasy
I put my feelings on the line.
I put my heart out, in plain view.
I lavished love, so willingly...
the only way I knew.
Defenses left along the way.
In shattered heaps they’re lying, still.
And what was me - my heart - my soul -
was there for you to fill.
I put my all, there on the line.
My past I left, without a care.
Mountains crossed and bridges burned...
all on a hope and prayer.
That hope and prayer are flimsy now.
The love I nurtured, cannot be.
The dream was mine and mine alone...
but just a fantasy.
June Kellum
April, 2008
Enjoy!
~~~
Me!
The heart of a poet.
The ways of a child.
The will of the weary,
who’s reached her last mile.
The soul of the lonely,
yet, still in the game;
just wanting fulfillment...
not fortune or fame.
A woman who loves
and who’s willing to give;
who’s seeking contentment...
a good life to live.
The heart of a poet
The ways of a child.
The will of the weary,
still walking the mile
Me!
June Kellum
April, 2008
~~~
Fantasy
I put my feelings on the line.
I put my heart out, in plain view.
I lavished love, so willingly...
the only way I knew.
Defenses left along the way.
In shattered heaps they’re lying, still.
And what was me - my heart - my soul -
was there for you to fill.
I put my all, there on the line.
My past I left, without a care.
Mountains crossed and bridges burned...
all on a hope and prayer.
That hope and prayer are flimsy now.
The love I nurtured, cannot be.
The dream was mine and mine alone...
but just a fantasy.
June Kellum
April, 2008
Labels: Love, pondering life
2 Comments:
I like the part in that first poem about you being weary, but still in the game.
Happy Sunday, Junie.
Thanks, Jamie D.
We had a fine day. Hope you did.
Junie
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