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The Winds Have A Mind Of Their Own

The winds are howling
The Stars have hurried home, scared.
Tonight doesn’t seem like
They can do their own thing.

The night is wild,
The calm is gone.
Life has not much choice
At its face stares Chaos.

The moon peeps, takes a look.
Then the clouds shroud it,
in a pale veneer of love
And the winds kiss it.

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L.G. May 2016

Mad Girl’s Love Song

It was Sylvia Plath’s birthday on Monday.

Her poems haunt me – time and again – they have healed and hurt me, at different times.

Memories. Broken glass. Numb heart. Unspoken words.

And this is a beautiful song version of the “Mad Girl’s Love Song” by Carol Anne McGowan.

Goosebumps.

Say you love me …

Tell me a poem,
Sing me a verse
Cause that’s what lovers do
For better or worse.

Say you love me
Say you want me
Say you find me heavenly
For all the times you thought else.

I will dance in your head
I will concoct fantasies
I will make your head swim
In my love song of June.

Say you miss me
Say you treasure me
Say you see me
In the wave by the sea.

I will cook pulao
I will make sangria
I will read to you
The verse of Narnia.

Angels and fairies
Demons of the grid
In my passion for you
You see the world you miss.

Say you love me
Say you want me
Say you find me heavenly
For all the times you thought else.

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