Amanda Lukas Poems

If a million teardrops made rolling rivers
and each tiny teardropp prism that cast
a rainbow glow upon your wall
brought to you as much delight
...

Her name was not important.
She'd even worked in Canada
for a year or two as Brenda Smith.
Her smile, however, well that was unforgettable.
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Oftentimes, I am let down
by people in whom I've placed a great amount
of confidence.
I find myself puzzled by it.
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A glisten of hope
shines in her eye
and she smiles contently
through constant turmoil.
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Depression strikes!
No love remains.
I've tried, I've tried.
Again, I've tried in vain.
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I know he doesn't hate me
as much as he tells his friends he does.
I know it isn't hate he feels,
but it was never love.
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This morning,
a woman I'd never met smiled at me,
a driver let me in
rather than cutting me off,
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I know you're ready to go,
your bags have been packed for years.
I've watched you, twiddling your thumbs,
anxiously awaiting departure.
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If only I knew
what I wanted to give to myself,
maybe I could give to you
what you need from me.
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A moon shines brightly
as butterflies dance with the wind
and I am nestled up to you
enjoying hand-holding
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