The Sun Creeps Up and Swallows Joy

Let me introduce blog https://floweringink.wordpress.com/

Blog about poetry, love and a little things who means a lot.
We all know, nobody is perfect, me too, and my friend Susan too. She have a problem( sorry, I’m not sure) with Retinitis Pigmentosa. We can’t help but we can love her blogs.

Her gentle voice is like a nightingale’s song. Her poetry is a holiday for the soul.

In trust, this is wow part of flowerkings poetry, in my opinion,
Wow with one o
I am so tired.
Tired of the weight in my heart
that makes every breath an agony.

wow with two o, woow
Remember how I looked
into your eyes,
a season of storms
passed from a mother to a child,
how the strength of an ocean
helped you feel
less afraid.
I try to climb up through my lethargy,
snap my pieces back into place,
but the gravity of your absence pushes me
down on the floor, where blindness doesn’t matter
and the silence is intoxicating.
and wow with a lot of o, woooow
How to Say Goodbye
Promise you won’t forget me,
even when my name
has faded from your tongue.
Remember how I looked
into your eyes,
a season of storms
passed from a mother to a child,
how the strength of an ocean
helped you feel
less afraid.
I would have reached through flames,
cast thunder into a sky
filled with the stench of despair,
to save you
from the horrors of violence and greed.
Promise you won’t forget me,
even when my voice
has turned into a whisper of petals,
caught by a spark that changed
the shape of time.
Feel the imprint of my fingertips
wiping the tears from your cheeks,
and remember,
I will always love you.

…if you like,
… if you can,
…if you aren’t busy
…if you have a computer and net
…if you haven’t pain in your finger
Then, no one can stop you to like this page.
Please don’t forget to subscribe to her youtube channel.
https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCuGPTQc7r6si_oKvk0_baIQ
Thanks, thanks a lot.

Greetings for all.
P.S. Dear Susan, Your poetry is beautiful and Your picture too, … as an actress in a religious film.

Stories From the Edge of Blindness

I want to express my gratitude to everyone who has taken the time to read and listen to these poems from The Opiate Magazine.  I am, as ever, so moved by the kindness and support of this amazing community!

This is the third and final poem from the 2019 Winter issue of The Opiate Magazine, along with the recorded version from my YouTube page (to which you can subscribe if you choose).

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20 thoughts on “The Sun Creeps Up and Swallows Joy

      1. …u pocetku nismo se prepoznali, ona je imala novi sesir na glavi a ja nove cipele koje nemam, …kasnije se sazalila na mene, cisto da me malo izvezba da mogu da se sporazumem s nekom Marsovkom.

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    1. Thank You very much. My mother language is macedonian, but good decision translate as detected language because my blogs sometime is as serbian, croatian, bosnian, slovenian…We lived in one country with a lot of language. First step as macedonian, in next step as detect language. Greeting for You.

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