dVorce

thrown away

give away

walk away

used up

empty

done

nothing left

nothing right

holding back

by day

forced to give

a dam

that breaks

by night

where sorrow

is allowed

to surface

through swollen eyes

as salty wetness

hides within the shower stream

pain washing pain

rinsing, rinsing

always rinsing

like the never ending redness

of cheap dye bleeding

through fabric of woven memories

silent screams

in silent movies

that no one

sees

anymore

Patricia Spreng

In spite of the sadness of this poem, today is actually a celebration for the grand opening of a new site encompassing the wonderful words of poets… come visit  dVerse  an open pub for poets to express, visitors to enjoy, and all of us to learn.

Stop In The Name of Love

don’t force her hand

to  ‘win’ a game

that can’t be won

by cheating

everyone

loses

when the Enemy

is the banker

don’t go

children dig

in empty pockets

to pay the price

for fools

who throw away

life savings

on Charleton’s

concoctions

promises poured

down drains

redefining

the legacy

stop

bandaging

hard issues

with harder

issues still

throwing blame around

like bed sheets

over

fault lines

as though no one

can see

your cracks

come back

to any of us

who call your name

as deafness laughs

and nods its head

who of us have not

turned the wrong way

down the

One Way street

turn around

while selfishness

and pleasure

lay bare against

the sin

where deepest needs

gather in darkness

to mock and spit upon

the need already met

stop in the name of Love

following the map of lies

deceiving is believing

now heart pretends

it never loved

beloved bride of youth

maybe she’ll survive

but  who  protects the children

when blessed home is robbed

by opening

the door

when darkness

rang the bell

please

patricia spreng

divorce is so far reaching.  written in grief... helplessly reaching out for a loved one who will not return, and who may never read this, could it possibly effect change... for anyone? I don't know.  God only knows and He is the author of forgiveness, healing, and restoration... the story isn't over.

Today at One Stop Poetry

rainbow dreams

wash away

like pastel chalk drawings

on sidewalks in the storm

reality melting

as tear drops fall through

helpless fingers

to earth

only to land on

innocent petals of life and beauty

never meant to carry

thorns of broken promises

their weight in gold

worth so much more

than any pot found

when chasing rainbow's end

tears of loss

roll off these

the weight of broken promises

that petals cannot carry

Patricia Spreng

Written as an expression of grief for dear friends and children suffering through the pain of divorce, who find it is quite impossible to grieve in silence or public after the tragic death of a marriage.  Sharing this today at One Shot Wednesday.