When bloom has failed and frangrance passed
and thorns now all that does remain
that into soft flesh dig and draw
tears scarlet which run down pale cheeks.
…
These nightimes fall without sunset
and lifeless love lies tossed aside
and joy once wild and filled with hope
sits silent, strangled, without voice.
…
Yet onwards, duty, oath’s fulfilled
and aching smiles speak not of pain
through days they shuffle, numb to loss
and into night , not to emerge
Afterwards 
Oh my!
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Good poem Michael!
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Um, this poetry writing is getting really serious. Planning on a book, are we? Nice. 😀
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I mean to comment the other day how much I liked this and got distracted and did not. I’m convinced a book of these posts would be a big seller. I liked the October pictures and since I couldn’t comment on them there, did you grow the beard back; I seem to remember you shaved it off accidentally?
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Lol hi
Im going to put then into one this month I think yeah 🙂
I did indeed grow it back lol. Ive been in Spain for ten days and its been Soooooo hot n itchy
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Do it – show what a versatile writer you are – will you use a pen name? I thought I remembered a post where it was shaved off accidentally. That hot this time of year in Spain – a fluke? I spent three weeks in Spain with friends in August 1974. She was born there, and spoke the language, so it was great. We travelled up the coast and went into little towns and with no language barrier could take in the historical places and get the small town flavor as well. I know what next month’s pics will feature. Safe travels Michael.
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It was lovely and warm but pleasant… not the height of the season.
Been quite the shock being home that’s for sure!
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I savored each walk in pleasant weather – we had 7 inches (17 cms) of snow in 24 hours and today it is a “real fee” of 6 (-14 C) and icy … so glad I work from home but have to go shovel it.
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