Deah Curry indie author
The deepest, most secret core, the most raw
of wounds of the writer are revealed in her poetry
Love is a Struggle
Excerpt from Love is a Struggle
This is a selection of 8 poems that -- sometimes directly, sometimes obliquely -- tell a story of the journey of reconnecting with a lost love. Read or listen. Poems ©2020 by Ellyn Mayfair, read by Deah Curry.
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Once Upon a Time
Once
in a youth long gone
when she was but a teen
the love of her life
touched her breast
and created a bond unseen
Upon
their hearts was set a truth
to last decades to come
as their paths diverged
through the lonely years
their passion still held strong
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A Time
thought lost
forevermore
they dreamt the same bold dreams
fantasies of a lifetime shared.
Mutual yearnings quenched
was the constant unlived theme
The Years
then filled with substitutes
who never met the test
of the love that had been planted
by the sparking of excitements
of his hand upon her breast
And Then
one day it happened
‘twas the digital age of course
they met on social media where
they both recalled their memories
and their ancient fires burst forth
At Last
the love they’d waited for
though no longer in their prime
demanded magic come to pass
would they now join their souls
more than once upon a time ?
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Hindsight
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Only in hindsight
did she see
that she should have taken
more risks,
been less afraid
of ridicule & rejection,
been more open
and demanding
with her desires.
She should have
worn her power
on the outside
more often.
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Attracting Opposites
Her pleasures are his displeasures
for the most part, sad but true.
She lives in her head and spends her days
Over-thinking what to do.
He lives in constant motion,
on the Hunt for an adventure
Of the sort that she would rue.
She likes people one on one,
For him a crowd of family’s fun.
He likes good conversation,
She’s intrigued by observation.
The tastes of gin or whiskey
Please his palate, but not hers.
The sweetness of Moscato
Is the taste that she prefers.
He’s up at five, she sleeps ‘til eight
He goes to bed at ten,
Their biorhythms out of sync
Lifestyles diverge, but then
Many are the likes they have
When pleasuring each other
Displeasures never happen
‘Tween the sheets,
as they discover What feels good,
what they want more of,
Where the loving leads them to
Experience together,
It’s all good, and this is true.
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Illusion and Disappointment
Happiness pierced by arrows of
Photographic revelations
inescapable reality
cold harsh evidence of illusion
My heart sinks in disappointment
Tears on the edge of release
Mind reordering priorities
To avoid being hurt
….. again
The fault is mine
for Believing in possibility
for needing to be
someone’s ….. special ….. someone
for wanting the validation
that love ….. and I …..mattered
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Primed
She was primed for a fight
she knew she was right
there was lots to be said
swirling ‘round in her head
Waiting wasn’t among her strengths
and nobody knew the actual lengths
to which she’d go to keep her word
when even the digital silence hurt
Tho’ probably best he stay away
from her dark sarcastic mood this day
putting himself in her line of fire
Was likely to only produce more ire
She was primed for a fight
She knew she was right
Whether wounds would repair
Was left up in the air
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Opening The Heart
Open my left eye,
time to awake?
Open blackout curtains,
does the world await?
Open the closet for
yesterday’s clothes
Ain’t goin’ nowhere,
no one will know.
Open the fridge
reach for the cream
pour into coffee
open the brain.
All before breakfast,
today and tomorrow
open again.
Then comes the hard part,
open the closed heart.
It’s not like you don’t know how
to answer the questions
respond to the feelings
touch into the senses
these chances to open
the door to your soul.
Take the time to expose
what is real, and the whole
Truths you couldn’t speak before.
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Risk yourself to trust the one
whose hand is held patiently open
waiting for you to step into the light.
Allow the growth and the lesson
to serve you, allow the love
that is yours by right.
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Happy Endings
To begin again when
you expected the end
is a startling occurrence indeed
a little bit scary
and so you are wary,
of this I will surely concede,
but it’s also amazing
having passions a-blazing
for real and not just a dream.
All these years that you waited
were so complicated
now life’s as sweet as can be
since love has returned
and trust was well earned
may you live out your years happily.
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Fantasies Sated
There once was a buttoned up writer
Who deep down inside was a fighter
For wild thoughts created
All fantasies sated
Retirement will surely delight her
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