Oh, How The time Slips Away
There was grey in my hair, when we met.
Young men or nor men -no longer catch
Their breath when passing.
Yet by happenstance we meet.
Laying bare heart and soul,
You seem to betray both.
I, being fully dressed in personal
Accomplishments, and I having
Been ill and frazzled by a disease
Had only love to ease.
And you “love “ quarreled
With me days and nights…
Monopolized my days and
Nightmares my nights;
Time and space defeated both.
I continue loving kindly and softly,
Even as a hail of words of your late wife’s
Feats troubled my heart to beat.
Favoring another can render me
Classless and defeated.
[but I create my
Class and am not easy to defeat! ]
Enough, enough, enough:
“Come forth words”
I’m poetess enough to call muse:
Take my heart, break
It into small pieces, and
Cast them to the wind.
Bit by bit they crystallize
Shaped like a star
I’ll order to shine
Wherever you are.
I fret, tears fall
Now, you make sweet!
Your flower, and
Your angel when I die.
Love needs to be with you
Will you be with love?
Things seem to slip
Through hands and
Blend with winds.
When love comes
Try holding on….
May 11,2006
Almedia or ASK
poem by Almedia Knight Oliver
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