Carolyn Brunelle Poems

Adrift on a merciless sea
an unspeakable emptiness
cuts a deep hole in me
one that bleeds and aches.
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Don't want any funeral,
viewings or floral wreaths,
no eulogies or readings
or statements of belief.
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The sex was better and greater than expected
secrets and lies wrapped it in extra excitement;
it was the loyal heart that waited unknowing
would reap the awful stain, be the one left in pain.
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You gave from your heart
a sweet gesture from the start;
but tuck the hurt away now
chalk it up to experience.
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In broad splashes across the sky
a rainbow of color and hue
remains from recent sunset;
a golden moon is on the rise.
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I see you glance at my face
trying to find a friendly place;
test the troubled waters
that seem to be going on
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Your words are empty as air;
they flow from your mouth
smooth and slick as ribbon.
It's obvious
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From this oft forgotten place
a light shines through the mist;
almost regal in her saving grace
she stands tall in her isolation.
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The blossoms, once vibrant with color,
now wilt and droop
beneath an unrelenting sun;
the summer has been long and unyielding.
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Maybe I'm not the same, all shiny and brand new;
maybe I run more in spurts, coughs, and sputters,
but I do run,
and I go wherever I please, just a bit slower.
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