I started writing this out the other day, and while it's not in finished form yet I thought it would be neat to post up what I have so far. Since I haven't contributed much of my free verses lately.
knit one purl one
row by row marking lonely hours
breathing steadied thoughts are still
rocking late into the night
jade rimmed eyes painted with gold
have seen six months come and go
steadfast stubborn heart holds fast
waiting on her man
the wide cold sea has taken him
ships underway at dawn
while she slept a kiss left on her pillow
fingers clutching sheets grown cold
silent tears come and go
mostly in her heart hidden deep
sunlight slipping through the shades
cool green boughs bringing thoughts of peace and rest to a torn faith
love letters fly through cyberspace
sealed with a kiss
speak of home, of work
they could be between any salaried career-man and his woman
words floating on the surface
anyone with eyes could read the meaning
a message felt and heard so deeply
it cuts through their hearts every moment
every day of PAC
when did she learn serenity
to wear a calm face when her heart breaks
acceptance of things she cannot change
learned in a harsher school
borne now for love instead of fear
Love is patient. Love is kind.
It is not proud.
waits patiently for her man to return
cooks, cleans, keeps ready.
hold tight to her faith and vows.
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