Stubborn Pride

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I wrote this last year... about my husband we are separated... but no even though sometimes I get lonely - I won't take him back.

Stubborn Pride

Our music plays in my mind
even as the shadows slowly fade
A few memories are left aglow
of when our love was on parade

A day with the sun just dawning
a breeze that spread perfume
the flutter of birds and bees
awakening fragrant blooms

Just love me one more time
from the night til the next day
gather me close in your arms
when it's done, just go away

I had begged you to stay
to kiss me just once more
to let me memorize your scent
as you twirled me round the floor

The bed was cold and empty
where your body used to lay
The warmth of your essence
I wished it had never went away

I rode the bus for days and days
never once picking up the phone
the carnival lights were blinding
but I had to make it on my own

My head bent toward the ground
while I ran in the pouring rain
memories of your tender kisses
racing wildly through my brain

Your kisses had set me on fire
I'd had never felt that way before
never dreamt a man would touch me
and lay me down upon the floor

The aura around us was vibrant
with me in lace and you in leather
I never dreamt that we would part
I thought we'd always be together

You called one day to talk
I just slammed down that phone
How dare you think I need you
I've made it this far on my own

But my bed is still cold & empty
with no one to warm that side
I have no one to hold or love me
but I still have my stubborn pride

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MootPoint commented on Stubborn Pride

04-21-2011

Sometimes pride is a good thing. This is will go to my favorites. I really don't know what it is like to lose someone. I have been married 26 years. It has not been a bowl of cherries all the time, but we always make it work. I guess I am lucky that way. Thanks for sharing. -Al

ShadowEyes commented on Stubborn Pride

04-14-2011

I gotta say this is very nicely written. :) I love the way the words just kind of flowed off the page, in a sense. Very nicely done. Keep it up. :)

Poetry is not an expression of the party line. It's that time of night, lying in bed, thinking what you really think, making the private world public, that's what the poet does.

Allen Ginsberg (1926-1997) U.S. poet.

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