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Night

October 30th, 2007 by Linda Jenkinson

Feelings

  • Sometimes it’s good to pause and write
  • Of feelings that wake you in the night
  • And make you feel so all alone,
  • Seeking arms you’ll never own.
  • Not yours to own, but only borrow-
  • You’ll need to find new arms tomorrow.
  • Feelings that wake you in the night
  • Will take you to places of sheer delight.
  • They bid you rest awhile and stay.
  • And gratefully, you will obey.

Fires

  • The look in your eyes said desire.
  • I confused it, for a moment, with love.
  • When kindling flames,
  • It’s hard to distinguish
  • Until it’s extinguished.
  • Side by side,
  • Desire diminished,
  • I saw the dying embers of lust
  • Fade into the darkness of sleep.
  • No coals to keep,
  • To re-ignite.
  • When morning mist drenches
  • The passions of night.

Terror

  • The dream came and terror tore
  • The strands of dreamless sleep.
  • I woke in fear-
  • Could sleep no more,
  • Afraid of falling,
  • Plunging deep
  • Into the dark and alien abyss.
  • And just as if,
  • Knowing this,
  • Your arms reached out with warm embrace
  • Securing me in sheltered space.
  • ‘Twas then I knew that I would stay
  • Until the time you turn away.
  • Then once again, so suddenly
  • The haunting panic crept through me
  • As all at once I did recall
  • The fear that came before the fall.
  • Fearing, at the break of day
  • You would send me far away
  • From arms that hold me in the night.
  • In abject fear I hang on tight!
  • For now, I’m safe from clenching fear.
  • For now, my love, you hold me near.

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An Oddity

October 22nd, 2007 by Linda Jenkinson
  • After all the time of waiting,
  • She finally came along
  • But what had started out all right
  • Was ending up all wrong.
  • His family, they all loved her.
  • So to keep things simplified,
  • He courted her, although he knew
  • She would never be his bride.
  • Reckoning since they’d come this far
  • They might as well go on.
  • He hitched their wagon to a star
  • But the harness wasn’t strong.
  • The star grew a comet’s tail
  • And forcefully pushed them through the air.
  • The harness broke; the wagon tore loose
  • And they both ended up Nowhere.

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You Are the Life of My Love

October 19th, 2007 by Linda Jenkinson
  • I am not the love of your life.
  • And neither are you, mine.
  • Illusion is an outcast we both leave far behind.
  • Now we dare embrace the reality we find.
  • Holding you close is, for me, just enough
  • Because you are the life of my love.
  • I don’t see stars when your lips meet mine.
  • When we kiss I don’t taste the sweetness of wine.
  • There are no fireworks when our bodies entwine.
  • Holding you close is, for me, just enough
  • Because you are the life of my love.
  • Your vision has opened a new world to me.
  • You’ve unlocked a door and allowed me to see
  • The stars in the heavens where God meant them to be.
  • Holding you close is, for me, just enough
  • Because you are the life of my love.
  • I taste the passion in you whenever we kiss
  • A taste full of desire that I can’t resist.
  • And no other taste could be better than this.
  • Holding you close is, for me, just enough
  • Because you are the life of my love.
  • I feel your power as our bodies entwine
  • And the strength of your touch when your hand is in mine.
  • Sheltered and safe is the feeling I find.
  • Holding you close is, for me, just enough
  • Because you are the life of my love.

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Growing Pains

October 9th, 2007 by Linda Jenkinson
  • Until the day I heard your call,
  • An unborn lived within these walls
  • Of blood and flesh and bone.
  • My self responded eagerly
  • To tools that were right for me.
  • Tools you hold within your hands
  • That knock down walls
  • And put in doors
  • To thresholds I’ve not crossed before.
  • Vistas once hidden from my eyes,
  • A panorama realized.
  • My soul is free to soar again.
  • My fear was just a growing pain

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False Alarm

October 7th, 2007 by Linda Jenkinson
  • The intruder broke security
  • The stillness in dead of night
  • The honking cacaphony
  • Alerted geese in Southern flight
  • Who looked below with watchful eye
  • But seeing no brethren in distress
  • Added to the melody
  • With raucous noisiness
  • We woke and peered through window shades
  • Leery of seeing the aftermath
  • And there on the top of our honking car
  • Sat our very own cat who was taking a bath.

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