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The fat guy down the street
got a dog.
That dog represented salvation,
an exercise buddy.
The dog grew fat and the guy
That dog represented failure,
Don’t look at me, guy.
Get your dog.
The dog represents nothing,
Just love in a wag.
His shadow fell on Her
Silence bloomed, became a Prayer
Then Day bloomed, reborn.
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There’s a space in my heart that’s the shape of you
No matter where you go, no matter what you do
That space will be here, and so will I
As life goes on and time goes by
We’ll both grow and change, my dear
That’s how we’ll make more memories to live there.
The Shining Ones look not on me
a simple hedgewitch by the sea.
My companions are the crabs and gulls
and the pretty flotsam on the shoals.
No stern Neptune at this beach
nor Aphrodite’s playful tease.
Here the Little ones frolick and play
while in the Deep, their Elders stay.
And should Posiden roar ashore
We shall appease Him even more
This demesne, this lonely beach
has naught for Great Ones to seek.
There’s only a hedgewitch and her Friends,
playing in the moon and sand.
Cole Park Cove, T.L. Ryder 2017
I don’t remember how you smelled,
nor the sound of your voice.
Your face is a distant memory,
your laugh– lost to time.
I only remember the terror, the hiding,
the always looking over my shoulder. . .
for the next phone call at midnight,
for the next foul thing to appear at my door.
Hurled words and objects were
your idea of “love”
Grab, break, hurt, mock. . .
pretend it’s passion, destroy it all.
Nothing left of “Us” but your malice
A stain of what I thought we were.
There were, are, never will be
memories of YOU.
2017, T.L. Ryder
Not all men?
I say this to you:
Show your work.