joy lemoine Powell


My World


Has been shattered....by
words.....bad words
that should have never been spoken …

I walk the beaches looking for a treasure
as I wipe back the tears …
hoping to find something that will
ease my broken heart …
maybe not today....
perhaps tomorrow....
or as many tomorrows there are
in this life time...

Submitted: Wednesday, September 04, 2013
Edited: Thursday, March 13, 2014

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Poet's Notes about The Poem

There are times when we become angry- -we regret that first sting of words- -that should never be spoken to one we hold so dear- -yet they burst out like a stream over flowing so fast - -we can, t take the words back- -or venting out loud. I have learned- -it best- to stop before the words have a chance to crush or harm another- calm down- then find a time to communicate with each other once the storm has cleared. We are our own lessons!

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